Out in the country
Even the pigeons
Know your name
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Out in the country
Even the pigeons
Know your name
Out in the country
Even the pigeons
Know your name
Sitting at the changing tide
Beside the ancient harbor
Waves already lapping our feet
The trees, exhausted
abandon their leaves
to the crowing wind
Don’t look for wild geese
to lift the darkening sky
That inner burning
that leaves you spent
will also light your way home
September moon
Sailing above cicadas
Dying for love
Thunder ushers in
The last long weekend
Of barbecue season