A Mowed Field, After
Anklecut but running;
cornchildren at break,
dust and more dust.
Flight the cutting
of a lost sanctuary,
legless with shock
at life turned upside.
Subble the blunt cut,
the wait of the expectant
loam, under the farrow.
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2015
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