24 February 2012

Hills Like White Elephants

Hills Like White Elephants 2/24

The track divides the land
into green and brown planes

Hand across abdomen
the soreness in the joints a burn
a field of rushes charcoaling

Tall grass popping
along the silver of the rails

Nicklehead spinning on edge
the face the un-face
stalls and lands opening

Every small flower
broken anise and china