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Michael Dennis BrownePoemsLike Him, Like my Dead Shepherd |
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Like Him, Like my Dead Shepherd
Michael Dennis Browne
This summer I grow
heavy like him,
my bones thicken,
my mass increases.
Wading out of the lake
I shake myself,
shake shake shake
till the white hairs fly.
Home again, I settle
down on the floor
in the corner
with a groan.
