Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Two days in a row I must reblog Jeremy.

The Sand County


A basswood tree

one of the oldest around

is dropping its yellow leaves

they are dropping off

inside a warm fog, billowing in from off the bay.


Clouds of vapor are white

in the street light

and the salt water smell

has come up river covering

causeways and corn stubble

a sweet land mown.


Stone steps, stone streets

the tallest magnolia for miles in the square

I am taking off my jacket in the night

and looking for a dry place to sit.


Francis Ponge could tell you

about the yellow leaves above me

landing on a damp street

and speaking of a tree

a tree who is speaking in leaves

and become a mute

with the fog in her mouth.


Across the bay

far away for a child to walk

I could be sleeping tonight

waiting on a recurrent dream

I will swear begins…

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  1. Just beautiful, carries you along and hugs your eyes, lips and ears as you read along!

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