Wednesday, May 5, 2010

111) The Deserted Field

You must walk up a hill to reach it
and so the heart has been worked--
and where one expects something liess deserted,

perhaps an orchard with the vinegar scent of apples,
not even the perishable sound of insects could be heard--

and so I put my ear
the brief hilltop
the field and sky without wind

and reached you.

---Christine Garren

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