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While I am here at the farm with family for a few days, playing, leaping, tossing, eating, talking, laughing, watching fireflies high in the poplars and bonfire sparks mimicking them, please help yourself to a cup of tea or coffee, some raspberries, and a ride on this sweet poem steered by Elliot Figman. Oh, and listen to Lord Huron go wild on my sidebar, the band Peter is playing with this weekend in LA, far away from Farm Day.
Riding Inby Elliot Figman
raven hair
held by
a silver pin
something turn
of century about
the elegant curve
of cheek
the way she
turns easily
away her small
hand gripping
the bright chromium
pole a raspberry
scarf wound
loosely round
her neck she
will say
nothing I
will say
nothing back
as she moves
through the door
a lovely
white boat lifted
by a gentle wave
gently further out
From Big Spring by Elliot Figman. Copyright © 2003 by Elliot Figman.
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