Today's poem is by K. E. Duffin
Field
The trees kept back by a kind of police barrier.
Crowd control. Only shadows can get in
if they prostrate themselves and agree to go along
with the sun's intentions, which can be a nice career.Here, where tripods feel their awkwardness
what with the sun fondling the nubby grass
knowledge has a habit of running off in rills,
all those Roman words, as the cricket shrillsan alarm, one that's winding down by bits,
even gasping, part of a chorus of clocks
stunned by the cold and giving the field tinnitus.
Having shed so many eclipses and taken stockof so much weather, the field can afford to decline,
like a nouncampusthat's seen a more glorious time.
Copyright © 2005 K. E. Duffin All rights reserved
from Poet Lore
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