Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly, <br />Asleep on the black trunk, <br />blowing like a leaf in green shadow. <br />Down the ravine behind the empty house, <br />The cowbells follow one another <br />Into the distances of the afternoon. <br />To my right, <br />In a field of sunlight between two pines, <br />The droppings of last year's horses <br />Blaze up into golden stones. <br />I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on. <br />A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home. <br />I have wasted my life.<br /><br />James Arlington Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lying-in-a-hammock-at-william-duffy-s-farm-in-pine-island-minnesota/
