Sun on the other
Of our little hidden country
Moon dragging cloudwebs
white potato chip on the barn roof,
Sun waving ribbons bright as Saturn
weaving up the hedgerow
A present just for me.
River grinning through the cottonwoods,
toothy white smile peeking out
from under the Adirondacks, lying about how glad it is to see you
With oblivion on its breath
Treacherous shining snaking water, deadly under all the pretty.
Mountains rolling halfway south
fences, fields and polished cows
Like marble statues
standing in the moony sunlight
Secret deer and wild bird songs.
Waiting out there
for men on tractors and fencing families
Work first...play later...

