Prayers & Tears Of Arthur Digby Sellers Rotation Of Crops
Roughly as big as my fist, it would break to see you again. Aren't we tired of this? The wind is colder and the soil is broken open.
I bought a telescope. The paper said the moon was new and so I looked up in the air. I needed something new but there was nothing there. (This thing is withering)
I bent the earth to see your form rise into the frame, frail though it is to mention more to the passing days.
I broke the earth to hide you beneath the graying sky. Clouds covered every corner; field's fallow season dies.
