Crazy place to live,
in a field, on a cliff
that every year or twenty
unstitches along one edge ...
Yet see it how I see it:
evening after evening,
considering the waves,
the field a good way up
your window. Then one morning
wake to find the grass
Crazy place to live,
in a field, on a cliff
that every year or twenty
unstitches along one edge ...
Yet see it how I see it:
evening after evening,
considering the waves,
the field a good way up
your window. Then one morning
wake to find the grass