When Daniel Boone goes by, at night,
The phantom deer arise
And all is lost, wild America
Is burning in their eyes.
“Daniel Boone” by Stephen Vincent Benét [w/ Audio]
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Spring greenery
catches sunlight;
tiny birds chitter.

mountain hermit
looks over the city…
turns, walks back to hut.

sunbeams pass through
a reddened Sacred Fig:
one hundred warm hues.