Then the War

They established blossoms in light of the fact that the house had many rooms

furthermore, on the grounds that they'd envisioned a day-to-day existence in which

cut blossoms intersperse each room, as though each were a sentence

to be finished as well as to be given some discipline,

what the most essential sentences — like individuals — consistently

marginally stand up to... Spit of land; clothes

of cloud-rack. In the mean time,

Bird of prey's home, winter's home, endurance as a type of confidence, little

bay that a daily existence rises to, what they implied, I think, by

what they called the spirit, dusk grabbing hold

somewhere down in the marshweed, in the pachysandra, where the breeze

can't reach.

Then, at that point, the conflict

Then, at that point, the field, and the mounted police

marching their pleased looking ponies across it.

Then, at that point, in the following morning's haze, the groundsmen were scarcely apparent

inside it, shadow-like, conceal like,

prepping the field back to flawlessness.

Then, at that point, the drapes surging out from the dark room

close to the ocean.

Then, at that point, the one without hair

stroked the person who had some They shut their eyes.

If delicately, it is difficult to tenderly say how.

Then, at that point, the conflict was nothing that actually dumbfounded them, assuming it at any point had.