tangled vines
dry for winter
red as a redheaded
dog.
a russet finery
for the stubbled earth.
moon fat as a
silver dollar
sitting stubborn
in sunset fog.
angled bones
of groceries
stretch nude against
the stones:
all musk and ebony.
against seafoam rows
of spinach, chard, parsley,
grazing sheep:
slow-turning
marker palms,
the evening's muezzins.
quiet: -
let the world's
adobe sound itself
under sediment rain,
chemical rainbows,
the cattle-thick plain.
loam like the mane
of horses says:
grow here.
stay.














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loam like the mane
of horses says:
grow here
stay
the lovely soft evening there, the horses grazing, the green things going about the business of growing...
I love it
--
the wind turns loose all the boats
that last night were moored to the sky
Neruda
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