To the south on the rolling plateau
....................................................still high
..............................................above the trees
the thin pastures
...........are beginning to green
white patches
......of dolomite
.........look like scars of flour
........but the grass
grows where the ground
....is brown
.................small outcroppings
............................ on the horizon
..............................................bump
............................................ into the heavy clouds
..........................................and sheets
...............................of rain
.....................................droop out of the their bellies
onto the far side of the ridge
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
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I like this poem. It gives the sense of being there. Good visualizations.
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