And lastly from Navajo rugs to Hansel and Gretel.
You've seen papers going around in the streets.
And you watch them long enough, and they
seem to assume a life of their own,
like they're about to turn to little puppets I
guess I saw too much Walt Disney when I was a kid.
Called "New Farms."
"We're never sure how everything works out.
That's why every morning around 5:00, the logger roars out
of Missoula in his chanty pickup, maple syrup,
scrambled eggs still churning in his stomach.
Just as that lover, the dawn is pouring over
all the piney horizons before him, a reservoir taking
its time breaking open and flowing into the valley,
on both sides, not destroying but creating farms.
Yet if we repeat our errors, it makes us feel forlorn.
Therefore, for the rest of the day,
he keeps moving just as in the films, a brave man leaping
from log to log, lugging the caged and snarling saw,
lopping things off, and at noon, pauses in his locus
classicus, wherever he is, idly imagining his family,
wherever they are, learning what that is to make love.
Then he fingers through the pedals
down to the surprise of his lunch,
and that the whistle leaps up, dashes off again deeper
into the forest, leaving the wrappings where
they are, which lie there rocking a while, completely
satisfied, but hours after he's gone,
start blowing around, tumble off, going
toward the path of the sun down, deeper into the wilderness.
A brother and sister holding hands perhaps,
looking for a house with a door to knock on."
Thank you for coming.
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