"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

28 February 2012

Better.


Return

The sun's warm against the slats of the granary,
a puddle of ice in the shadow of the steps;
my uncle's hound
lopes
across winter wheat
fresh green cold green.
The windmill. long out of use, screeches
and twists in the wind.
Spring day, too loud for talk,
when bones tire of their flesh
and want something better.


- Jim Harrison

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