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.”
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.”
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.