over in Beebe draw, a full ten miles away.
but the lineaments of the real, resort
and support of every implication.)
in the main ditch; out in the beet fi eld
water from this ditch appears as silver inlays
between the dark green rows.
in swimming trunks on the lawn for an hour or so,
resorting from time to time to a sprinkler
that has been turning out in front long enough
to have made a big disc of darker green, mottled
and glittering -- countermeasures successfully taken
against the rapid approach of high noon -- and
the sparrows have not once stopped chirping
in the trees in the yard -- big trees dark with summer.
make a brightness, growing along the draw --
the gray-green boughs are as clumps of frost
to the heart's desire that sees itself entering
that foliage from the heat and the light
as deer step into a grove and break up in shadows.