AWAY
Crows caw, the rumble
of a plane overhead,
bird sound and bee buzz.
I came here to read,
uninterrupted by phone,
dusty tables, unmade beds.
There is nothing I need
to do for the cove. I can
leave the grasses as they are.
The water comes and goes.
The wind makes its own decisions.
published in Wolf Moon Journal, Fall 2009
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