In ordinary time
Dust stirs as I walk to your door, hat by my side. Long pond lies still, weeds bending, expectant. How …
Dust stirs as I walk to your door, hat by my side. Long pond lies still, weeds bending, expectant. How …
All that comes to me now is the prairie, how it is empty to the casual eye, how you walk …
this morning I yearned to become that yellow leaf twirling down, catching an edge of the sun spinning past
down michigan avenue to escape into the wild, to refresh in a kind of feral opening, to stroll past the …
Boy trails old man along stream bed cuts into damp soil slips sapling into crevice weighs heel to seal the …
What is it about rows of corn stubs flipping past, electrical wires sagging in sync with the tracks, whistle beaming …