After the iridectomy
the slow recognition of forms
A shirt on the floor looked like
the mouth of a well
Spots on a horse
horrible holes in its side
The sun in the tree
green hill of crystals
Moon over Milledgeville
only a story
Saucer of light on the wall
the hand of god
. . .
Early every evening she sits on the steps of her trailer. The
dirt yard raked. Caterpillar fording the furrows. Mercy,
Louise. If it wasn't hot hot hot. Cornlight. Eyes drink the
color and are refreshed. Images seen but not interpreted.
Thanks to her lovely twin trees the water she drew was cool.
Cool the water she drank from the pump.
Deepstep Come Shining
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