Wednesday, March 7, 2018

10,606. IN THE SENSE OF A GARDEN

IN THE SENSE OF A GARDEN 
Gnomes and flowers. No idea of
a combination at all. The gatekeeper
was a black stable-boy, but doing that
now would just get you in trouble and
I can't sleep. Hell, I can't even dream.
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The sheep are in the meadow, and the
cow is in the corn. Magnanimous to be
thankful for such wild information. In 
the farmhouse 's sitting room, I can see,
a faint light stays on until early each day.
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Some country philosopher, sitting up
alone, late, late at night, reading. Hiding
a lariat in his hand, wondering what else
he can rope : In the sense of a garden,
a golden loom, a spacious place for light.

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