Some gentlemen are floating in the meadow over
the yellow grass.

They seem to hover by those wonderful blue
little flowers that grow there by those rocks.

Perhaps they have floated up from that nearby
graveyard?

They drift a little when the wind blows.

Butterflies flutter through them . . .

Russell Edson

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