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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478553" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Chokecherries</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thirty feet from my windows,<br>an old kennel-wire fence<br>thickly grown over with honeysuckle,<br>poison ivy, and wild roses<br>just beginning to open<br>into the loose sort of droopy garlands<br>an aesthetic young farmer<br>might drape around Elsie<br>or Dobbin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">....................Where the wire ends<br>and the knotted up, spiraling vines<br>paw toward more light, six slim<br>grey trunks of chokecherry<br>feather into leaves and<br>clusters of blossoming fronds<br>that lift and fall with the breeze<br>like diminutive mare's tails<br>--each separate flower a rose,<br>each separate flower<br>three-eighths of an inch of<br>white disk, radiant<br>about a head of yellow-gold stamens.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond the chokecherries<br>and a rutted road, beyond<br>locusts posts and barbed wire,<br>a deepening pasture lights up<br>with ranunculus, "little frogs"<br>for some reason, lights up<br>--in fact--with buttercups<br>as clouds move sunlight around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And beyond them, veiled <br>and perhaps faintly blue<br>in the distance, broadly<br>lit by the same shifting light,<br>four rounded green mountains,<br>on the nearest and tallest of which<br>someone has built a white silo<br>and low barn--or more likely<br>some kind of radar station<br>that talks all night to darkness,<br>some kind of early warning,<br>perhaps an observatory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">............................. ..........I'm<br>just happy to stand here,<br>and hold my vote close,<br>white-blinded and stupidly<br>gazing into random galaxies<br>and minor constellations, starbursts<br>of yellow-haired stamens<br>in white corollas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Peter+Klappert">Peter Klappert</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478553" data-title="Chokecherries de Peter Klappert" data-description="Thirty feet from my windows, an old kennel-wire fence thickly grown over with honeysuckle, poison ivy, and wild roses just beginning to open into the loose sort of droopy garlands an aesthetic young farmer might drape around Elsie or Dobbin. ......."></div> </div> </div>
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