UNEASY SUFFERING
Kept away
in the field of green
when we hide under
a plum tree
searching for mushrooms
or reading Rilke
suddenly it rains
over vast hills
unlike a country bird
trying to sustain
some memory of the past
we with uneasy suffering
among fate's windmills
in such fruitless diction
with a song without words
on a discretionary May.
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