summer 1970
after Lawrence
Grand Island
Nebraska
—
Two colors
broadly speaking—
excluding sutble hues—
tan and blue
earth and sky—
late August grass
sky without clouds—
on her back
atop a gentle hill
within the tall, dry stems—
It is a grand island—
earth and sky.
A voice, not imaginary
coming through the grass.
Poetry by jim

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Written on 2021-10-03 at 12:12




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