Finders Keepers we sang when we were children
or were taught to sing
before our histories began and we began
who were beloved our animal life
toward the Beloved, sworn to be Keepers.
On a hill before the wind came
the grass moved toward the one sea,
blade after blade dancing in waves...
A short excerpt from A Poem Beginning With a Line By Pindar by Robert Duncan.
Enjoy the slow descent into autumn. I'll be reading your poetry.
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