Thursday, June 4, 2015

Shaking the Grass Comments

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Evening, and all my ghosts come back to me
like red banty hens to catalpa limbs
and chicken-wired hutches, clucking, clucking,
and falling, at last, into their head-under-wing sleep.
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Janice N. Harrington
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Ayman Parray 05 June 2015

Beautiful poem, Janice. Thank you

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Kelly Kurt 04 June 2015

A lovely poem, resonating with metaphor and imagery. Thanks for sharing, Janice Peace

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