"Farmhouses."
Climbing down from my tree, I visit
my wife, breakfast with her, read manuscripts, and shave.
I walk out of the house into a ringing,
like the ringing in my ears.
It is the day.
Sunlight, pine trees, abandoned farmhouses.
I have walked again into an old landscape.
Change of direction, turnings of the mind.
I'll read that again.
"Farmhouses."
Climbing down from my tree, I visit
my wife, breakfast with her, read manuscripts, and shave.
I walk out of the house into, a ringing
like the ringing in my ears.
It is the day.
Sunlight, pine trees, abandoned farmhouses.
I have walked again into an old landscape.
Change of direction, turnings of the mind.