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Soon

 

Lying on a hot
rock by black water with a
friend soon to be dead

Children jump on a
trailer load of leaves, adults
scratch the earth with rakes

A bird call
a crack high
in the closing sky

 

 


From Claire Gaskin’s collection, a bud.

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This entry was posted in a bud, poems on January 20, 2020 by Claire Gaskin.

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