Saturday, January 06, 2007

Where I will be for only a short time more.


Soon I will leave these fields for my own fields, going back to my own barns, my own furrows and floods, my landscape, my hills and woods. This afternoon birds dropped from a wire like leaves, to dip and turn in a diving cloud, as I searched for broken-backed barns. Rivers wound out from under the fields and rippled the skies back to themselves. And the word comes from home that the rain there continues.

1 Comments:

Anonymous dagger aleph said...

So pretty. It looks like a painting.

8:39 PM, January 09, 2007  

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