Plow furrows in greening fields bend tightly
a gorge of waterways
once straight, turn sharply
as if around the stones of bone.
The blue and grey of clouds
seem pressed toward the horizon,
afterwards the wind comes through,
overnight all will shift and open
as if God has shrugged his shoulder
and then relaxed once more
a gorge of waterways
once straight, turn sharply
as if around the stones of bone.
The blue and grey of clouds
seem pressed toward the horizon,
afterwards the wind comes through,
overnight all will shift and open
as if God has shrugged his shoulder
and then relaxed once more
