Tuesday, January 17, 2012
He always knew where he had been, and he remembered
The box elder in the fence post, looked down on men
Who couldn't see the storm coming. He's learned
To live with the way his bait went deeper.
My mother kept her spirits high with little jobs.
He bought her a heart-shaped box of chocolates
Once a year. One life, one woman,
That was God's rule, and he didn't like it much.
~ Robert Bly
from Talking into the ear of a Donkey
photo by Shreve Stockton