© 2015 John Mahoney

Barnet Vermont Poem

STANLEY FEFFERMAN

Evergreen hills
morning mist rising grey
dissolving into grey

Barn swallows flit
aim for inky-barn-light
and disappear

On a rock
behind the house
Buddha sits in plaster bliss
My solitude is broken
by your kiss

[EDITOR'S NOTE: Stanley Fefferman writes and make photographs in Toronto.]

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