Wait past the redwoods of the morning mist
the smoke of chimneys rising and caught within the gist
the unseen force of air is there and the repair of boulders
holding in the fall of land so saturated its true
Behind the wire fence stuck with bags of plastic
taking the breeze with sound of modern elastic
on a stage the soldiers upright and still
are tethered to the stake their arms reach up the hill
I watch
Them protect the clumps of yellow mustard
with their ready can’t wait to be wine
and if you stop for a minute you can hear
the pouring of the sweetest tease of vine
No cannot stop the day is fast progressing
I am zip tied and back seated certain
that if I look away someone will pull the curtain
the trees and telephone poles are fast by my eyes
and along the curve a cow misunderstood why
and then
the slope of the hills with green so rain induced
that a large fingernail of dirt fell for proof
and the city is so vein across the bridge it’s glass eyed watch
ripples within the ocean water a half past sunset clock
so seen the going home is treat of passing time
with someone in a different place with eyes asleep not mine
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