Dry Grasses Poem by Barbara James

Dry Grasses



Those are dry grasses
underneath the green pines.
a Grey baby quail peeking out.
Stamping feet.
I came here depressed
to think dark thoughts
and have found such joy.

08/06/06

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Barbara James

Barbara James

Chicago, Illinois
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