Wednesday, May 5, 2010

96) Message

The roof is tin. You could come here.

I had wanted to hear water again

and the stream does move
with enough noise over the rocks. It's night,

black now.

Earlier I had heard the wolf-clouds
leave over the moorlike edge

and they're back again, thundering. I am thinking I might rent
a trailer in some other woods

nearer
you.

---Christine Garren

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