Countryside 

The wind walker, the swallow who does never tire 
the rare drunken rushes, the wheat beyond entire
the heads of black oats, or those same of winter
the paleness of cement, course gravel of the road
the dragonflies, idle butterflies interact
the dormant machine, the crust-devourers abroad 
the mature wine drinkers, the wanderers ever 
compose in bleachers the order mystagogic
the nascent memories neglected forever 
and reform in the night their ranks hypnagogic