Today I saw
early morning frosty on the backs
of brown and white horses
watched a cat
circle the field
walking the middle rail
of wooden fence
and last night the moon
whittled everything to slivers
the ridge the strip of grassland
If it's true
that landscape
is to be read as text
I will take it as a wafer
The whole complete
roundness of it
place it on my tongue
~ Ellen Kort ~
(excerpt from Letter
from McCarry's Farm, In Praise of Fertile Land, ed. by
Claudia Mauro)
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