In the End
by Marcel A. Duclos
after a line from Emily Brontë

green grass
edges the shore
on this Down East Maine farm
corrals father's dew-steeped flowers
for sale

black brook
beyond wood lot
runs easy by the wall
knows to stay this side of the stones
sea side

brown trout return
a smaller count late this year
announce something's wrong out there
for sure

salt and pepper
flour mixed dipped in milk
black cast iron buttered pan-fried
no more

berries apples
eating-corn and silage
plus ocean-bottom lobster gifts
this year


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