1398
sometimes at a turning consider the kindness of the way
collar, button up for wind
old backs are bending to a field of weed
that’s because they have before
year of the emperor what-shall-we-say?
a hill to work off breakfast
air plentiful
one is born along by the fact of one’s feet
note how shade may be given its tree
I never understood
how so deep in maps this country
you have to dig to find out where you are
and every little god a stone
and every stone a god
here and there the way loses me
that’s when I’m somewhere else
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