Friday afternoon

the hill is silent         cattle stand like statues in the grass
no birds          the light is flat           the sun as hard as brass
everything has stopped      roots suck no water from the earth
and nothing grows in this split splitting second             nothing dies
no birth cries itself alive      water does not run               rain freezes
not to ice but stillness         hanging in the air like breath unbreathed
it will not last             there will be careering        collisions
mad collapses       catastrophes             catastrophes averted

Jan Dean

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