Meghan O’Rourke

The Sunday Poem : Meghan O’Rourke

By |07.23.11|

 

 

 

 
Extraneous

The wind is alive, it lifts and swings;
the river is alive, it drifts past
the sugar factory;
the grass is alive, it trembles or shakes,
the ants are alive, they move through the brown grass;
the dirt is alive, moist with rain.
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