| POETRY | Tom Fallon |
In the first placefrom In the First Place: The Maine Poems, page 3
I walk, slow, a dirt road, in the sun light — I hear sand under my feet — I see a field, wildflowers, in the sun light — I hear a bee’s soft rasp in the air — The sun is hot on my face — A breeze touches my body with heat — Sand, under my feet, soft — I walk, slow, off the road into tall grasses — The grasses move, rustle — I walk in the shadows of green leafed trees — A breeze touches my body with cool air — The grass rustles — I walk, slow, into the dirt road in the sun light — I hear sand under my feet — The field, wildflowers, in the sun light — I hear sand, soft — I walk, slow, the dirt road — The sun is hot — I hear a bee’s soft rasp — A breeze touches my face — I walk, slow — I hear, sand —
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