Oct 312013
Quiet as milked cattle the exhausted lovers lie,
Wheat-work and bushel-work and draft-plough laid by.

Long the silo's sundial shadow falls 
East upon farmstead house and wall.

Old history is not new destiny yet:
The dawn which woke us has not made us complete.

As sunset descends, their dusky dreams arise
Wild among stars as the cook-fire dies.

Barefoot among the Pleiades two dreamers dance
Where wrathful winds but kiss their face--

And the world below them (that now is ours)
Rolls forgotten and green as they race the stars.

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