Seasons in Upper Turkeyfoot
Rural in Nature, Transcendental in Temperament
Saturday, November 08, 2014
Recitation
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Let the year wind down.
Let color fade.
The base of beauty in this world
is the press of light
and the touch of space
on form and line
mine on yours
yours on mine.
What the wind says in the field
that is what i say.
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