everywhere the gray-green
Everywhere the gray-green came up to Meet the dying winter sky And the trees amongst them Were heavy with longing for The Spring that wouldn’t come. I pass and see the steady fence destroyed Restored and dead along the tracks. It stays with me in part, through the impression of a hay field and a dip in the ravine. The hills Beneath the fence posts, The grass in shades of green Belong with me, as I with them become One, by one, by one. I pass and see the steady fence in ruins
