In the dominion of pillars of faith

Her nest toppled by the march winds

She set out through the forest

On a cloudy day

The dower sky whining over tea, the weakened

Country side rolling over onto his side to watch for

Coming night.



Sick with fever now the cottages glowed from within,

And all the plump women fanned the fires and cooked

The soups and warmed the water for the baths of small

Children.



This one bathes with a sail boat.

That one uses kitchen spoons and bottles.

Meanwhile

The grass shivers

The cars in the driveway

Pull restlessly at horizontal lines

Thrown carelessly across

The yard.