Daily poem: Lune 30

Last Lune.

 

Harvester passes, buzzards

wheel over the stubbled cornfield,

waiting for death.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

17 thoughts on “Daily poem: Lune 30”

    1. They made square bales this year instead of the rolled up ones. Shame. It would have looked like a Van Gogh then ๐Ÿ™‚ I hadn’t thought of a form for July. I’m getting the 2000 words in without too much of a problem, but the rest is difficult. I’ve been having a lot of migraines and limiting screen time.

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