FROM TURN TO TURN

THE SUDDEN MORNING RAIN
HAS LEFT ME
COLD, WET HAIR
AND UNSURE FOOTING
STILL, I'M DRAWN FROM TURN TO TURN
DOWNWARD
FLAT ROCK, SOMETIME,
MY STEPPING STONE

GRAY BARK HICKORY CHILDREN

THE CHILDREN OF THE OAK AND LOCUST
LINE MY WAY

SILENT GREEN AND BROWN LIFE
BRUSHING TALL BOOT LEATHER

(MAY/25/1980)
REH