_was the solitary podon
amongst the dark fumes
lighting up the tattered notes
exchanged in the keithel
_was the multitude of wrinkles
amongst the frown
creased deep into the farmer's face
watching the horizon
for pregnant clouds
_was the expanse of sky
distant and silent
after a piercing cry
when the ordeal was over
and they left
one by one
in a singular satiated grin
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Beautiful..
ReplyDeleteHat's off to the poetess
I like this poem!
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