The hills black,
faint pink cloud
over Sulphur

in first light cool.
Nights grows longer
with the shadows

when we dream
of winter storms,
four years dry.

We feed our future hay
until the time comes
we have nothing else to do.


2 responses to “IDES OF AUGUST, 2015

  1. I pray that time never comes; at least the time I think you’re talking about.



  2. Peter Notehelfer

    We are learning how to live like the rest of the world: day to day, hand to mouth . . . One thing is necessary: ‘a long obedience in the same direction’ . . .

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