Rich Harney Poems

After the rain


What am I to do
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We use to play on the hill,
me and the so many
neighborhood boys.
At three I was the
...

a Japanese girl sat
on the drums—
upon a stool
rather,
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The cattle and the fog in the meadow low,
Each to each they watch the pithy sun retreat.
Then nigh as darkness settles close around,
One lone star lends its shy,it's spangles down
...

A walk in the woods—
Tell it to me—
Not the leaves
So auburn in their coterie
...

You.

be it
see it
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There's a fancy bird singing a fancy bird song
And it whistled a glad melody.
I watched as it feathered and dipped along,
And a black rosy finch was he,
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I turned the leaf over
Again and again,
Each vain creaked
A brittle red crackle.
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How will the day end?
Stumbling along,
It grey, what's the matter?
Your sky is all wrong!
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the ballerina
sat on the
sidewalk
shoes not
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