I See the Tod Bringing Elderflowers Home


Morning gathers into its rafters the great unmeasured light


There is the wide field,

unlicked by wind and warmth


There is the sea cornering its center,

no bigger than a coin


Years have gone with the fox in the fall, with his gospel of chase


There is a shush of

wingless things


There is a blossom of

light on the ceiling


The night is a spiral

of three stars


He has married, he has married, he has married

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