I
The season of the cut and clear. The bales squared
in the distance, a hollow house, no windows or doors.
The Ns of the fence posts, perforated shadows.
The cupped sky, inverted. A sense of limit
in…
I
The season of the cut and clear. The bales squared
in the distance, a hollow house, no windows or doors.
The Ns of the fence posts, perforated shadows.
The cupped sky, inverted. A sense of limit
in…
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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