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A Carolina Elegy

I’m standing in my back yard
in April, in the cool of the evening,
Having just mowed the lawn
Carried the dog dirt to its chosen corner
And, a little earlier, watered the garden,
Though it is spring,
Because I like broccoli and cabbage

The suburban sun sets and I lounge
Till the great black blows in
and sets about her task to polish the stars,
Those old, old stars,
Rubbed dim, defaced by ages of careless usage.

[With nods to Ford Madox Ford, Joseph Conrad, and Stanley Fish]

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