Gone
Eden Empty
apple
trees along
the
highway, leaning
away
from the
wind, are
not
selected as
I return to origin, a
matter of choice the
orchard… country, or
first learning’s in
later wind. I
sit in my father’s house and read
his
dictionary, picking
it
up, piece
by
piece, forming
my
own opinion
again but
there
is no generations
gap. 1972,04,08 |