Blind Contour in Greenridge Cemetery (Excerpt)

By ANDY FOGLE
Posted 7/12/19

Drunk on grass, the dog rolls in clippings,kicks them up—fall back to her belly. *

As if submerged in water,insects’ dusk-buzz all around. Beyond that, aimless propeller.

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Blind Contour in Greenridge Cemetery (Excerpt)

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Drunk on grass,
the dog rolls
in clippings,
kicks them up—
fall back to
her belly.

*

As if submerged in water,
insects’ dusk-buzz all around.
Beyond that,
aimless propeller.

The thought of rain,
the gray and pink
thickness-sky,
belly of brook trout,
bevy of outliers and oversights.

*

The faintness of any
pre-dusk half-moon
will fade
as night rises.

*

In the first quarter,
what is light grows;
in the last,
what is dark.

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