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Go Home Dreams MAG

By Anonymous

Sheruns to a place
Where warm winter wind
Tickles
Eardrums
Of prairiegrass
Flopped wistful
On the sod
That whispers incandescence,
Whispers solemnly
On rainy evenings
When horses retreat
Back tobarns
Dodging dust:
The fruit of flowers
Running lazy
Across the sky...

Sometimes
She wakes
From daylight to dream,
And wonders
If"home"
Will ever float away
From her mind
On a gentle
April lyric,
To die somewhere
In the mist
Of city morning.





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