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Old Friend on the Quiet Side Far Away

This morning orioles seemed to spark

from every tree: “spots before the eyes”

after restless sleep.

And then the mountains west

blinding with late June snow.

How is that sumo live oak outside

your corner window?

How are those marvelous blond hills

rolling down to the sea?

from Red MavisFind more by Merrill Gilfillan at the library

Copyright © 2014 Merrill Gilfillan
Used with the permission of Flood Editions.

Published in Merrill Gilfillan Poems

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