CABIN FEVER
And then again I wouldn't have anything without
the knowing of the condition it brings : I once swore
that's how I would live. I wanted but two windows,
both looking out (or was that in?). I wanted one wire
alone connecting me to anything else; either that or
off the gird completely. Now there's a windmill
as a turbine twirling on the hillside. I wonder each
day how that occurred. Was I asleep?
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As the rabbit hops it hopes to find its place :
Spring was nice but isn't this even better? The
loft above the barn is a sleepy place, but rabbits
remain on the ground : distaff, eternal, symbolic.
The trees are coated now, with all the parts of mass
and matter. Rain, like a net, engulfs the grassy way.
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