not even a town

not even a town

 

mud-black knees,

tunnel through hours—

 

but they were silent.

 

in-fluent veins of grass

 

conversation in threads,

the hours

 

at the ends or beginnings

of threads

 

an entire sky

 

web of threads

 

to get a sweater from the house

 

thereafter, the test

of an equine confidante

 

black plum relevant to time

and space

 

water in the foot print

 

water in the gopher hole

 

rain-wet birth of the spring creatures

balled, or translucent, wedged

in the soil

 

the red flag is up

on the mailbox

 

tires

hiss on the road

 

an unseen person

humming into a task

 

a generational field

yields a warning sign

 

an analogue feline

fades into memory

 

 

 

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