Long fingers like ribs
stroke the sky in mortal shades.
Time, watching trees
planted in fields,
so alone and tied
to all eternity.
Time, seeing the liquid
eyes of cows, and horses
without a tribe, drifting
from grass strand to strand.
And again, the treetops like
sackcloths of autumn orange and red,
take all attention
from the barns.
Dogs in the distance run
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “ken*again, Vol. 16, No. 1”
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