27 July 2017

Other Days Blue Sky - Missoula, Montana

"...Other days from ridge to ridge
there’s only a high, dry, guileless blue,
and you can fairly hear
the meadow grass breathe. You could say,

I have lived well. You could say, I have lived
well and anyway been troubled. You could say, 
Come evening,
deer browse the meadow fringe."

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