#1253 - after the rain

 

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after the rain

for dogs of Dombóvár

 

they sing

who’ll see?

 

some blue

 

day slippery too

red poppies ragged

in weed field

 

rooster and cuckoo

all summer green,

even mosquitoes tuneful

 

mud like quicksand

 

bee bumbles by

 

it’s wheat or it’s rye

I can’t tell

 

but set off where the grass soaks in

now the sun has come again

 

all the far roaring reminds me of home

 

you could walk into the corn

just sown

 

a dog out to bark

spoils it all