How many steps does it take
to reach the low green narrow-
leaves which in a dream
were slowly being devoured
by cows and just a few sheep.
The animals are not hungry
grazing beside the wicker-
chair porch, you reading and eating
a nectarine almost ripe.
If we could use any of it
our skulls would perforate,
would feel filamental
light braid itself through.
The pasture is a lawn.
Closely mowed it is
a household linen,
cushioned by sod,
made toxic by rain, peppered
by the wings of many insects.
