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The trees went up the hill	A
And over it	B
Then the dry grasses of the pasture were	C
Only a kind of blonde light	D
Settling everywhere	E
And framing the randomly strewn	F
Outcropping of gray stone	G
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That anchored them to soil	H
	-
Who were they	I
One in the picture amp one not amp both	J
Scotch Irish drifters	K
With nothing in common but a perfect contempt	L
for a past	M
Ancestors of stumps amp fallen trees amp	N
One sits on a sorrel mare	E
Idly tossing small stones at the rump	O
of a steer	P
That goes on grazing at tough rosettes	Q
of pasture grass amp switching its tail	R
In what is not yet irritation	S
	-
What I like what I	T
	-
Have always liked is the way he tosses each small	U
Stone without thinking without	V
A thought for anything not aiming at all	U
The easy arcing forearm nonchalance	W
Like someone fly casting	X
For this is what	Y
He wanted	Z
To be among the stones the grasses	A2
Savoring a stony self	B2
That reminded him of no one else	C2
And on land where that poacher Law	D2
Had not yet stolen through his fences	A2
The horse beneath him tensing	X
Its withers lightly to keep	E2
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The summer flies away	I
	-
And the woman in the flower print dress hemmed	F2
With stains	G2
A half mile off	H2
Is the authoress of no more than smoke rising	X
Her sole diary amp only publication	S
From a distant chimney	I2
They have perhaps a year or two	J2
Left of this	K2
Before history begins to edit them into	J2
Something without smoke or flies something	X
Beyond all recognition	S

Larry Levis

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