NR Digital

Poetry

by Len Krisak

BLUE SKIES, 8:46

That I can safely watch them safely graze
Might seem like little. Still, it feels like much
Beside this fenced-in field this day of days.
The distant bay and — close enough to touch –
The chestnut underneath the towering willows
Crop off the green I’d like to think is clover
On rolling paddock hills as plump as pillows.
As if I’d asked them if the worst was over,
One sun-streaked sorrel and one shadowed roan
Lift up their heads to answer with a neigh
Almost together, in a kind of koan.
Shaken from reverie and torn away,
I start the car by which I’m borne away
From pastures lovelier than I can say.

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