The
rain ran off with the seedlings
and
the sun came out for a look.
The
wind spread gossip through paddocks,
fences
no defence against those words.
The
sun came out for a look
just
like that lonely man on the edge of town;
fences
no defence against these words.
Pine
trees shrinking away from trucks.
Just
like that lonely man on the edge of town
the sun disappeared behind the mountain.
Pine trees shrinking away from trucks.
the sun disappeared behind the mountain.
Pine trees shrinking away from trucks.
The
gate to the garden closes by itself.
The sun disappeared. Behind the mountain
an oak tree on the border was branching out.
The gate to the garden closes by itself,
The sun disappeared. Behind the mountain
an oak tree on the border was branching out.
The gate to the garden closes by itself,
a
barn too small to hold so much guilt.
An oak tree on the border was branching out.
An oak tree on the border was branching out.
The
wind spread gossip through the paddocks,
a
barn too small to hold so much guilt
when
rain ran off with the seedlings.
I like: how this poem makes me both sad for and curious about the lonely man; that I find myself tutting about the gossip but wanting to hear it myself; the clash of nature and traffic/modern life
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