on a side road between providence bay and tehkumah, march 22, 2014
"One sits and beats an old tin can, lard pail.
One beats and beats for that which one believes.
That's what one wants to get near."
(from Wallace Stevens's "Man On The Dump")
i never grow tired of crows. if i should grow tired of them then i would be tired of love and this world. while we dally and blatter in the world of images, the crow so is.
