near Swift’s Creek

the withered trees tell me what the green cleared pastures won’t the jagged teeth the ghosted stumps of one-time forest what’s left is blue on distant rising slopes a taste of mesmer dust hovering until you until I walk inside its spell and take a deep breath of forest a little township prides itself still … Continue reading near Swift’s Creek

scent of a dream

in the hills above my head they are pumping dreams drawing them up from deep reservoirs and resting places where they have waited a long time patiently for their dreamer in the hills above my head the pumps are filling pipes with ready dreams the tankers bloating up slowly while their drivers stay alert no … Continue reading scent of a dream