April 1, 2017 orangeq2017


Kenneth E. Harrison, Jr.


Fields too distant to call the dogs back in daylight

whose edges crack the garden against the grass

against the house shone like the hand lay down trowel or trumpet the smell

of lilacs inching farther out than sheets on the clothesline

divided a world the bees hole into

or nest a broken tractor alone with its hair

speaks to the thicket curled under afternoon’s robe

too wide to let the children roam—


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