Tuesday, January 9, 2018

10,383. EVERY CARNIVAL COUNTS FOR SOMETHING

EVERY CARNIVAL 
COUNTS FOR SOMETHING
When the Spring finally brushes the
horizon, I think of country things; the 
slow move of grasses on the meadow 
near the barn, that trill of peepers, 
somewhere. Even the moon comes 
differently then, and I watch the 
Jaenger kid as he looks up at the 
light. His porch is in my sights,
as the dark night, slightly moonlit 
but better lit by young Carl's porchlamp,
proclaims new time and we can stand
outdoors. Tomorrow is fishing day, the
first one when the small rivers run
legal with their trout and their sunnies.
Boys will be out, bright and early, you 
can bet, with poles and lanterns, hooks 
and dreams and stories already of what 
they've thrown back in.

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