endless the march in time .. .

..

. .. the endless march in time
          and the beat of your heart
I see the wolves teeth bared
        and hear the threatening thunder
the purple dome of mountains
        in the mid-distance where friends are
where the future folds the past
        some luscious yeasted dough
ovens warmed for roasting are not hell
        lanes that run and run in reverie
I meet my old girlfriends we hug
        the plaintiff moon hung in the evening sky
and of course my mother a little greyer
        a field of equidae of four hoofs and a tail
by the fields cadmium of yellow
        where fly the martin, swift and swallow
I brush your hair and tie it with a black ribbon
        old men fish but I a painter draw
you are naked on the heath
        your breasts hang perfectly always as they did
a working tractor is all I hear
      its engine warm and throaty
I dress you in your woolen coat
      our evening fires are lit by sunset
the streaming clouds are narrow
      the sun, a coddling egg lies in a hollow
my trees are coming into leaf with blossom
      I do not fear tomorrow .. .

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