Evening Marshes

July 05, 1994|By Gilbert Byron

Marsh grass is golden

under a late sun,

and wild ducks' wings

whistle with the wind.

We are one:

wild duck and setting sun,

marsh grass around the pond,

earth smells and shadows,

coming cold and early night,

evening star,

and this great emptiness

within me.

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