Evening posing in the glamour getup of field lights, into dry valley
ash echoes over mown grass, over painted
diamond, hypnagogic. By this green distinction done
& undone all
inhale, all murmur & applause plowed deep
down & numerous
in the air. At the plate below
the heavens' sickle,
heart weaves to unravel its red
bolts in patience. The boys are setting out
and coming home:
Ulysses & Ulysses & Ulysses
-Sarah Gridley
