We Walk the Hills

We Walk the Hills No clearing in the creek No fire walks the hills No haunt upon the hollow greets the family or makes still the Milky Way that troubles night or Venus that makes clear the Renaissance of rows to hoe and angels in the dark No work no préconfigurations no dirt no detail Ann no green no flowers no hospitable sense makes more me what I am For we conspire and breathe the air the horseshit, gravel, the rubber that suspires in summer from all those dirty trucks This damn Kentucky digs us up it drives us down our eyes go white with nerves The corn rows lace a sunlight horse that gallops on without us How comes from home the picturesque the faraway and the singing creek Good god my long gone love is there and I live by a frozen lake. -David Alan Payne 35 ...