uplands
there amongst the stones and the dry grasses
collect the cold lake’s standing
stirred only by the sometimes reflection
of a buzzard screwing the clouds to the blue
or shaking down the dandruff of the first snows
sheep wooled to the fence’s browning barbs
the understoneing of the wrigglies bedding down
all along the paths out of here until tomorrow or
tomorrow’s tomorrow when the sun returns its favours
and everything rises again
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