“Detail of the Hayfield”
I followed myself for a long while, deep into the field.
Two heads full of garbage.
Two heads full of garbage.
Our scope was larger than I realized,
which only made me that much more responsible.
Yellow, yellow, gold, and ocher.
We stopped. We held the field. We stood very still.
Everyone needs a place.
You need it for the moment you need it, then you
bless it–
thank you soup, thank you flashlight–
thank you soup, thank you flashlight–
and move on. Who does this? No one.
live in the layers 