Last week I cut across this field
through a crowd of construction trailers,
a herd of headless giant ungulates
at pasture. The gates were open then.
Today they’re locked, the safety fences
rolled up tight—it seems bare ground
is more dangerous than machinery
and I must be kept safe from the grass.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Locked Up Safe
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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