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LYING IN GRASS by MELVILLE CANE

First Line: AUGUST / IN HIGH, DRY GRASS
Last Line: INTO SLEEP HOLES.
Subject(s): SLEEP;
August . . .
In high, dry grass,
Arm crooked,
Head cupped,
Ear sunk,
Flank pressed
Into earth.
Eyes are
Two field-mice,
Scurrying, scurrying
Through grass-tips,
Sniffing shadows,
Nibbling sun-glints,
Darting back
Into sleep holes.



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