Issue 128, Fall 1993
are any houses. That’s for sure. And as for
cars, trucks, tractors, trailers, motorcycles,
you’re in another universe, friend. At most
we would allow a din road, seedy, unkempt,
to walk across the marsh and fizzle out,
diffused into a field. We could tolerate that.
It still might be possible to have a hill
although it’s certainly a risk —and we’re not big on risks,
anymore. But it would be worth it
to see the marsh and the marsh birds, hawks, heavy-winged,
rising with feet full of mice and crying triumph.
We could surround ourselves with hills.