(The day spools up its turbines of light)
The day spools up its turbines of light, The systematic rupture of rock-doves From the roofs, steady repetition Of wind through the trees, the fresh-plowed Weed-break at the field’s end, sweet stalks Coming into corn where the truest augury Is the kingbird in the mind. Across the mitigation a birch crushed the wire Though the […]