1THERE was a late autumn cricket,
And two smoldering mountain sunsets
Under the valley roads of her eyes.
  
There was a late autumn cricket,
A hangover of summer song,
Scraping a tune
Of the late night clocks of summer,
In the late winter night fireglow,
This in a circle of black velvet at her neck.
  
2In pansy eyes a flash, a thin rim of white light, a beach bonfire ten miles across dunes, a speck of a fool star in
night’s half circle of velvet.
  
In the corner of the left arm a dimple, a mole, a forget-me-not, and it fluttered a hummingbird wing, a blur in the
honey-red clover, in the honey-white buckwheat.

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Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 38. Buckwheat
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- V. Mist Forms
Year: Published/Written in 1922

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