A narrow shaft is seen
at your feet—too cool
for corn at noon.
A whiplash in the sun;
it was gone. I feel for
a transport but
never
a tighter breathing
and
An erasure from Emily Dickinson’s “A Narrow Fellow in the Grass.”
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Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
Lovely refraining of Emily’s words to speak your unique, poetic voice.
Thanks so much, Susie!
Is that her tell-tell (-) dash or yours?
That one is mine. 🙂
Nicely done.