© 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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