"Near Alturas" The long fields rise slowly into hillsThe strong wind rippling the green-gold headsOf a wheat and Buffalo-grass ocean.Caught up in swells and waves,Glittering bright in the afternoon sun,Capped by frothing live oak and pale fingers of eucalyptus.Herds of sleepy dun cattle in the hollows:Like schools of distant dark fish.
...Crows Startled at Twilight The trees were alive in the gathering gloom.They rustled and sighed then flew:Ink black in the gathering gloom.Swirling shadows of a thousand crows:An endless stream of darkness, flying into the night.
"An Ode to 'Puffy'" Dead Cow in the SunBloated and swollen on your side.Obscene, with locked legs: A massive, forgotten Blow-Up Doll.Farmer will not have to look far to find you.
Sta.sh
