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.


Anonymous dagger aleph said...

So pretty. It looks like a painting.

8:39 PM, January 09, 2007  

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