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Fallow By Taylor Graham Spring's song is a bleating goat dipping his narrow lips to the soft fringed tips of purple vetch, then buttercup to blackberry and rip- gut-brome, annual rye, chess, clover. He nips down all the volunteering green of overwintered garden, composting as he goes. Spring's song is a rusty bell at his throat ringing each step, and bumblebees that weave the garden's stock- wire fence; the every-season tune that good black humus hums, whether we're listening or not. © Copyright 2004, Taylor Graham, All Rights Reserved |
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