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For the Afternoon Short red grass and wet, Blue black cottonmouths still Coil about the unobstructed lawn, They dream the heaviness of clouds, They catch the rain, Above reflections of the air, The humid air, the turbulence of mare And rider coming for a drink, and When the rain begins, before, They were, so still, so calm. They wade along the stream And feel the rain is not Too soon. They do not wait For justice as the ill, But only for the afternoon. May 24, 1967 |
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