Catalpa leaves are gone.

Found worms in the piled dirt because

Cold wasn’t enough for the lake to freeze

It was morning and I did not catch a thing.

 

His hounds know and bray as it comes:

 

It is night now and I do not sleep a wink.

Night isn’t enough for train whistles to stop

Around the hole in the earth where

Black geese huddle.

 

Joseph Byron Bennett

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