Fragments with Dusk in Them

We were taught to count kestrels on wires like coins in our pockets.  Whole years   we recalled by color: that torch-year, tanager, fox, sandstone, sage.  Droughts   revealed the river’s former ways, oars wedged between boulders, a derailed boxcar,   conductor’s leather cap.  A recluse fell in love with certain shadows spilled across   […]