They speak of god along with cloud-esteem, sheep watching, plenty of softness.

and by the end of the season we had / enough cash to make it down to Berkeley

These meanings make a map, / remain quiet, anticipate the construction

For a moment / the worm dazzled in the spotlight / before finding a small crack leading to tunnel,

I was the first to be known in this way.

Its roots scooped down below the well, and sprawled  /   in a web like the human nervous system ...

We know the taste of sassafras tea / and the ruckus of cicadas in the trees.

Every boundary line, / dam, trellis, and mended wall will rumble down.

But still on these streets that wind through / the hills, on the country hills that squeeze / so much green out of such a short summer

Murmur sold us one mass out of / blights I climb up, dank.