REH Poems
Friday, August 3, 2018
CLEARING
ARCING
SWING SERRATED STEEL
THROUGH TALL GRASS
IT WRAPS AROUND THE EDGE
MORNING GRASS
WET WITH LAST NIGHT'S TEARS
YOU MUST SHAKE IT FROM THE EDGE
BEFORE EACH NEW SWING
CUTTING CLEAR THE HIDDEN PLACES
THE SUN WILL DRIVE THE COPPERHEADS AWAY
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