Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

I’m tired of the song the rain sings in June,

spiking up from her loamy head.
the earth, her ornate crown of trees
the earth, her ornate crown of trees
spiking up from her loamy head.
spiking up from her loamy head.
There are things I wanted, like everyone. —Ellen Bass
There are things I wanted, like everyone.
—Ellen Bass

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