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Aesthetically Invasive (50)

I see you, western New York, Finger lakes wolf-clawed Across the map, sleeting sheets Of snow peppering the salted Highway. Two hundred and fifty six Miles of abandoned tractors, Silos filled with hollow sky, Green verge of fencerow And shaggy headed reeds, Aesthetically invasive, nodding “Yes, yes” where Wegman’s Parking lot meets the marsh. This is precisely the same Everywhere, [...]

By |February 3rd, 2020|Categories: Farm|2 Comments

Auld Lang Syne (48)

I’m still in love, It turns out, After all this time. Where else was there to be? The woman walks her dog Along the sidewalk, conspicuously Avoiding eye contact, and I can’t know her pain. The boy stares into his screen, Watching himself play himself, And I look over his shoulder, My own blue eyes reflected. Those nested acres of [...]

By |December 30th, 2019|Categories: Farm|1 Comment

The Chainsaw (47)

Gentle, where the chainsaw Gouges the bark, Throwing thick chips, Ripping life asunder. I work in the cool December light To clear the year. Saplings sprung from pasture, So much life! There’s Nothing somnolent about The saw, no effete snoring, This hungry, smoking bastard. I grip it tenderly, Felling a black cherry, A box elder maple, A fork-branched mulberry. How [...]

By |December 23rd, 2019|Categories: Farm|2 Comments

December Brushstrokes (46)

Planets aren’t supposed to twinkle, But Venus, low on the horizon, Has wrapped itself in glittering glass, Sparkling a thumb’s width below Saturn. When the photo arrives in the mail From a distant cousin’s distant cousin, The old house looks little as it does now, Festooned with a milliner’s ivy hat. The old dog goes lame, and the X-rays Show [...]

By |December 9th, 2019|Categories: Farm|4 Comments

The Great Rush of Ivy (45)

The great rush of ivy Up the side of a sycamore— How far does it know to go? Red leaves, puddled before A stoppered storm drain, Barely moving in crystal water. The most fertile soil lies Between the highway and the field, Where the farmer can’t till. Have I spent a thousand lifetimes Learning to see the grass? I suspect [...]

By |December 2nd, 2019|Categories: Farm|0 Comments
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