Today's poem is by John Kinsella
Penillion of Riding Past the Radio Astronomy Observatory Amid Hedges and Fields
Rabbits bolt back
Into the sack
Of shade, the gray
Penumbra mayBe a shelter
From space litter
Or some deep truth
Offering proof.The sun is low
And hedge leaves blow
Red on the road.
Croak of a toadOut of kilter
With cold's trigger:
Hibernation?
ObservationOf large and small
Arrays brings all
Cataclysms
And charismsInto the range
Of rooks with strange
Penchants for glare
And curvature:The dish hearing
Beyond the sing-
Song of the lone
Bird through the groansOf the great flock
Flooding the track
Of light to dark,
To silence starkAs the traffic
Vanishes, marks
Revolutions
Of wheels and suns.The sun is low
And hedge leaves blow
Red on the road.
Croak of a toad.
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from the Southern Review
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