Flies in the Field



I  rode a horse in a field
in Colorado where two rivers met
a mile above sea.
Its muscles were sleek.
Morning clouds covered the steep face of Mt. Sopris 
	in the distance.
The rivers celebrated their joining by roaring.
Flies were everywhere.
It was wonderful.

What is worth doing
that is not surrounded by pests?


			Brandywine
			9/3/98

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