Went for a long paint this morning and then a drive this afternoon. The place I’d hoped to paint near sunset was packed with people. People! Stop that! Stop that right now! so I kept going and took a few unfamiliar turns until I saw some new stuff and then I’d found familiar roads again and was home. I balanced listening to press briefings with watching a live reading of two poems by Billy Collins on facebook.
How you doing?
Threat of snow is past –
fences rolled and tossed
on unkempt roadside hills,
left to pick up another day
perhaps at first mowing.
Think we all could use
some fencing these days
wobbly or rickety maybe but
set with good intent
to keep the world from blowing us
clear off our feet
clear into some next county
of anxiety and news overload.
In the meantime, may I offer
a field of rolled hay bales
left to moulder by a
gentleman farmer,
golden in the late sun?
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