Ely Vermont October

A page of random poetry from an old journal

On a green-gold hill

facing transparent clouds

you corrected my spelling

 

In Vermont the eggs are larger

their yolks are a deeper orange

and the milk tastes different

because the cows eat Vermont grass

 

Around every turn there are farms

And there is a barn

where you can buy

nature's convenience food

inside an empty hay-floored closet

where you leave money

inside a rusty coffee can

 

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