Today's poem is by Jared Smith
like butterflies in late autumn
turning in upon themselves
where the fields have begun to be left in dustno longer
and the children on their way to school can walk straight lines
the furrows of the country's breakfast food.
The time of fashion is passing
and it is good again to watch the hawk circle in the wind
and to fill the belly by holding hands with strangers over fires.
The age of the mink has swum its way into another riverbed,
and the spawn of dark fish has returned among the reeds.
Tonight the restless will raise their tangled limbs
and dance beneath the stars.
Copyright © 2012 Jared Smith All rights reserved
from The Collected Poems of Jared Smith 1971-2011
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