Archive > Vol. 8 no. 2
Penelope Shuttle
Our Backwater
Leaf-glitter
on railway bushes,
sun-glint
on wild celery,
emerald lichen
and manifest bracken,
without demands,
a caress from the truly naked—
careless glades of green,
sweet shambling round-trip train—
o advantages of circumnavigation,
april-fragrant thunders,
shifts of succulent light,
green-leaf triumph
even now
still pouring through
chinks
in the celestial arrangement . . .