how shines!, Virginia,
shepherdess pale &
herdless, stray'd
from pastures
to waves
of wilderness
so bright this eve
it's Noon overgrown
the very stars bark as they rise at you
their bleat is the wolf's
& one implores your sleeplessness
why, air'll labyrinth her, same as us...
deserted by bites... waves of
the wolf's attempts or rain of
the wolf's attempts, yet it's
the pastures have come for her
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