Thou
       

While I stood there, bewildered,
I must have looked a long time
back to that other world,
which held the best of me:

the pasture with its broken tractor,
an old roan who loved sugar,
a brother dead before birth,
the summer cool of a storm cellar,

its rich odor of dirt. I don't remember
much before the forms changed,
before the pungent colors chimed
to charm the wary creatures forth.

Eyes shining, they led me here
unharmed. Earth's common light
was strewn about, my eyes were strewn
with weeping, also with flowers.

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