Poetry – Jim Harrison – Return

“Return” by Jim Harrison


The sun’s warm against slats of the granary,
a puddle of ice in the shadow of the steps;
my uncle’s hound
lopes
across the winter wheat,
fresh green cold green.
The windmill long out of use, screeches
and twists in the wind.
Spring day, too loud for talk,
when bones tire of their flesh
and want something better.


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