© 2019 Jeff Guess

Markings 194

December 16, 2018

Country Christmas Morning


Three trees on the broken hill's face

bare now for brown and rock


the road that winds out in ungraded

heat from half past five


silence on the wire fence-line

sheep that shelter in each other's shade


pool after pool

filled with the tricks of eye and light


a slow church bell for early Mass

like gunshot down the ranges


the small crush and crowd

of six or seven dust-baked farm cars


crows that chorus from a gravel gradient

- always the same for any birth.


Jeff Guess


©Jeff Guess 2018


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