It could be heaven
if the girls across the canyon
cared, if they worried
about the time of day
or year when green
turns straw-blond dry.
They are spared
the human condition—
graze until they die.
It could be heaven
if the girls across the canyon
cared, if they worried
about the time of day
or year when green
turns straw-blond dry.
They are spared
the human condition—
graze until they die.
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Now there’s some Irish green!!!!
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