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Poetry
Literary
Peace I leave with you:
Walking the fields at dusk
with the dogs, my thoughts,
absorbed by thin haze,
will thicken into fog later.
The dogs, focused on
the rich and endlessly olfactory earth,
lope along solving scent conundrums
more complex than Hegel
until we startle a flock of doves
asleep early in a dark tree.
The birds go up in a heartbeat,
less whoosh than odd wooden clatter;
but before we’ve calmed down,
the dogs and I,
they’ve settled into another tree,
not far off, forgotten all the drama,
and gone peacefully back to sleep.
(Home Ranch, John 14:27)
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Copyright 2010, Don Thompson. All rights reserved. Don Thompson has been publishing poetry here and there for almost fifty years. Recent chapbooks include "Been There, Done That" and "Turning Sixty," both from March Street Press; "Sittin' on Grace Slick's Stoop," from Pudding House; "Where We Live," from Parallel Press (University of Wisconsin); and "Back Roads," which won the 2009 Sunken Garden Poetry Prize, available from Hillstead Museum. Also check out "Nowhere," a free e book on smashwords.com.
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