Chatham, Summer on Marshall Ridge, n/d
To remember
the soft bellies of fish
the furred animals that were part of your youth
not for their novelty
but as fellow creatures ...
With my head on the table
I write,
my arm outstretched, in another field,
of richer grain ...
Between the snow and grass,
somewhere into the ground with the rain
a long year has gone.
Jim Harrison, from "February Suite"
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