View of fields from hayloft window, 6:42 p.m. April 7.
coal drenched from clouds
missed sift
as nectar drifts
beating sleepy bees
on tulips night gowned
with diamond gossamer
and sharpened olives
of sugared almonds
View of fields from hayloft window, 7:14 p.m. April 7.
tucked inside the crystal castle
of a wet snow flake
puddles on the abandoned country road
climbed like spiders out from a goose
downed quilt of fog
lead barn red paint curling up
under iron tractor's sobs of oiled rainbows
View of water falling out of farmhouse gutter, 10:53 a.m. April 8.
cascading plungerous gabble
galloping over rusty magma
of malleable refrigerated multitudes
steams taxi jack hammer
breakers of brusque lightening
whipped spring into camelot dawn
crisp celtic kiss lifts six to seven
poisonous pink lady slippers slide
vines out of the stable