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.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Respite
Below the window,
bare twigged bushes
go robed in white--
a winter
blossoming,
a night brightness,
a dream before
the wind or sun
brings
everything back
to bone.
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