Wednesday, June 25, 2014

June

Somewhere there is a meadow
that has never met
metal, herbicide,
or the soles of bare
and rubber covered feet.
Each bloom located
by the wind or the animal
with severed blades
never bagged in plastic
but digested in grazers.
Somewhere the sounds
of speed and electrons
has never resonated
stalks to follow
invisible dances;
Instead they sway


-Robert L. Jackson III



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