augury doggerel

Tuesday, July 20, 2004


It is hard to breathe in the woods in the late afternoon. Circles of fur where dogs must have exploded. Then deep thunder over the trees. The noise sets off the church bells. Church bells ringing. There's no use running. All I have is tomatoes and bread. But nothing happens. I go home, I open the door, I close the door, I open a window, sit with two cats. All the rain falls a mile all at once.


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