The peaceful shepherd
dozing against warm
wood of a pasture
fence.
Where sheep live like kings
in a peasant's square
protected and fed
and led.
The shepherd's grand----
cries weakly - but why
are you not in the
world, living?
A crinoline reply
floats above the sweetgrass.
Where would I
be without them?
Thursday, April 22, 2010
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