Summer 2005 • Vol. XXVII No. 3 PoetryJuly 1, 2005 |

Moon of the Red Grass

…and young we were in relation to the singers of our time, and then later, we were young like a love loose in the stream, like money and her enzymes, all of this against a blue sky backdrop. You and me, legendary crazy, but gone now to lose the madness over the mountain, moon of the red grass, baby.

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