Caroline Misner

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Shepherd's Gold

It is that time of year again
to shear the fleece from the ewes;
the sun, so low it blinds me when
I look into its scarlet eye, peering
always from the lip of the horizon.
The sheep are plump as pillows
stuffed with down; gold burnishes

their backs, they look at me dully

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