Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
A Thought Concerning A Bit Of Sisterly Advice: or, In Which The Title Nearly Outlasted The Post: or, Late Night Considerations While Waiting For The Laundry To Dry.
My big sister says that when I ask God a question, I should listen for an answer. Perhaps I should give this a try. My problem is that as soon as the silence begins to seem awkward, I fill it up myself.
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I love long titles -- very James Wright of you!
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