Any particular time
John Clare Stokes
Is there any particular time
When not upon the cusp of crying?
At the time of the lilies bending
The weight of blooming sending
Them downward
At the movement of clouds over
The fields with the wind whipped
Corn clinging in unison
At the call of the Coopers hawk
Circling then landing in the tallest
Pine
Looking for the jesses he wore
When in captivity
Paying no mind to the crying lad
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