Beside the highway
two moose graze in a meadow
rung with new snow—
While the body goes sixty
the mind slows to stay
in that meadow with two moose
grazing, and all around them,
snow.
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Dear Poetry Friends,
I will be taking a technology break for a while, and when I return, I’ll bring you a big bouquet of poems all at once!
-r
Thank you for the blessing of your poetry…enjoy your technology break…a wise and healthy choice! Gloria
Thank you, Gloria!