(2003) Farm Scenes - Bly
- Farm Scenes
Snow falls in the feeding lot
All afternoon. Everything is white
Except for the dark lumps of hay
The horse has pushed away with his nose.
We talk for hours. Long after midnight
I carry water to the chickens.
The flashlight sways over the snow
Like a single thought alone in the night.
One rooster and five molty hens
Shift uneasily in their stall. The barn
Is shadowyone or two
Strands of hay hang from the horse's jaw.
- Robert Bly