“How’d the cow go today when we were chasing it? And, what’d you find in the chicken’s house?”
“How’d the cow go today when we were chasing it? And, what’d you find in the chicken’s house?”
The Amphitheater is recording us all.
There came a cloven gleam.
Old houses were scaffolding once, and workmen whistling.
I will go back into the garden and hear the Song of Songs.
Cold gorge snow forage.