The Well Rising

The well rising without sound,
the spring on a hillside,
the plowshare brimming through deep ground
everywhere in the field-

The sharp swallows in their swerve
flaring and hesitating
hunting for the final curve
coming closer and closer-

The swallow heart from wingbeat to wingbeat
counseling decisions, decision:
thunderous examples. I place my feet
with care in such a world.

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