I walked to the top of the driveway after sunset to see the bright color behind the silhouetted trees. The fireflies were bright spots in the wet, dark green of deep shade. The only problem with doing this project is that it makes me acutely aware of the longest day and so now the shortening days.
Bounding wet dark
and the fields are wet too,
the grass, the questions
we press together to answer.
You are the last candle from the barn
I blow out. Sunday wish,
we are alive
only a short time. What is the purpose
of a field if not to lie in it
--Jacques J. Rancourt, from "Bounding Wet Dark," Novena (Pleiadas Press, 2017)
Bounding wet darkand the fields are wet too,
the grass, the questions
we press together to answer.
You are the last candle from the barn
I blow out. Sunday wish,
we are alive
only a short time. What is the purpose
of a field if not to lie in it
--Jacques J. Rancourt, from "Bounding Wet Dark," Novena (Pleiadas Press, 2017)
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