
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,
well and anyway been troubled. You could say,
Come evening,
deer browse the meadow fringe."
deer browse the meadow fringe."
-From BACK FORTY: MANIFESTO by Joe Wilkins
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