A Birthday Poem

A Birthday Poem

Just past down, the sun stands

With its heavy red head

In a black stanchion of trees

Waiting for someone to come

With his bucket

For the foamy white light

And then a long day in the pasture

I too spend my days grazing

Fasting on every green moment

Till darkness calls

And with the others

I walk away into the night

Swinging the little tin bell
of my name

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