by Laura Gilpin
Tomorrow when the farm boys find this
freak of nature, they will wrap his body
in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
But tonight he is alive and in the north
field with his mother. It is a perfect
summer evening: the moon rising over
the orchard, the wind in the grass. And
as he stares into the sky, there are
twice as many stars as usual.
There is something about this that just resonates with me. It’s been a while since i first read it, yet when i found it again (on my likes pages), the tragic nostalgia that this unique, effervescent life had hit that chord within me again.
i should post more poems.
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