We will go to the clearing
Where Michael saw the twelve bees.
We will go after lunch
When the sun is in the vines.
We will leave these spindles,
These efforts, and these fumes
For the woods. Let’s strum
The property lines.
Our major concern
Will be just to cut a path
Through devil weed and briars
With shining borrowed shears,
Our single agenda
The kite flying field
Where we can watch through time
A parade of atmospheres.
Can’t you almost touch it? Supper
Being called, tin foil
Golden with potato pancakes,
But try! Like a clear night,
Your knees aching on cold stones
To cup blue stars
From the brim of a lake.
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SCOTT THOMAS’ BACKGROUND INCLUDES a B.A. in Creative Writing/Literature from Bard College, a M.S. in Library Science from Columbia University, and a M.A. in English from the University of Scranton. Currently the head of Information Technologies & Technical Services at the Scranton Public Library in Scranton, PA, his work has been published in Mankato Poetry Review, The Kentucky Poetry Review, Sulphur River Literary Review, Confrontation, Webster Review, River Styx Magazine, Poetry East and other journals.
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