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
Revived and blended back to Her.
She comes to me in sleep now and I sense
The densest fog, wrap itself around the gray hills
That are her eyes and they speak to me,
“You make the world with beauty seem”
And to me of her it was.
These do escape my memory
Of things I am and not, I was.
“Excuse me sir, but do you know
Where this train is going?”
But what of hark? Alas astronomy!
Which stars are yours as well
As are in her eyes?
For they speak to me in dream
And I often think of their possibilities
One by one by one.
My thoughts are with the stars, this fence
And the hope of love in her eyes,
Circling through me as I pass these
Green hills and these fence posts
one by one.
“This train doesn’t stop”
he winked three times at me.
I felt the morning slip away and
again I slept and dreamt of her.
