Windrowing Poem by Bernadette Mayer

Windrowing



abide with me
don't ever abide
gimme anytime a pile
of leaf-hay across
the field underneath
the bright new blue
tractor pulling the tedder
which is the waffler or fluffer

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Bernadette Mayer

Bernadette Mayer

Brooklyn / New York
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