Friday, 24 April 2009
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Wilder Ranch
Together they stand quietly watching the
swallows in the barns, their knife
wings slicing the musty air;
they feed the horses the
meadow their fleshy muzzles
couldn't reach through the
gaps in the fence; the
forest becomes quiet around them,
the dead trees are skeletons
growing up into the sky;
lizards scurry in the grass
when she plucks a stalk of
dandelion seeds, white tufts of
goose down parachuting away
from the green center bud, and when she
purses her lips and scatters the seeds
he looks at her like he knows
what she is wishing for.
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Comments (5)
what would that be?
@Paul_Partisan - A dandelion wish won't come true if you tell someone what it is!! :]
To look through the nature and learn from it...this is what we should do. Nice poem.
nice tenderness, here, like apoetathome says.
purses her lips and scatters the seeds
he looks at her like he knows
what she is wishing for,
I like those lines.
just visiting .. hope you don't mind.
j.