Cooking off the haze
this lazy summer sunshine
the grass still rain-damp
Stick-legged wading birds
fill the shallow marshland pools
below bearded trees
Atop the hill, people
rendered in miniature
faces indistinct
The goat herd surrounds
strange eyes mocking my footfalls
home so far away
The calm of morning
shattered in the hawk's screaming
sky glows, not quite blue
Patrick M. Tracy
7/6/12
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A wonderful treat for a Sunday afternoon. Don't know which one I like the best. m
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