Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Clef

I saw some cows today. Thinking cattle thoughts and breathing thrips out of the air. Black and white flanks all piled together in the long grass tufted with chickweed and yarrow. Still and warm with suedey ears like crepes folded into a paper coronet and filled with black insulation fluff. Around clockwise, around anti-clockwise, back and forth, start again. Gyroscopic inky-tufted cones of cowhide. Shoo fly.

But the rest of the cowhide rested. Grassy exhalations wandering through beats and over entire bars, sostenuto out of suitcase lungs. The lights, so goes the culinary. A careful rear hoof itch-cocked. Crump, crump largo, grass champed into damp green pucks, oddly treble fabricky tearing mass miniature uprootings, anthill hair-root earth-movings.

A buttercup yellow dredger clipped the weeds growing in the riverbed. A-yoom-a, a-yoom-a, all the time in the world. Eclipse mallards in his wake. A single sculler, blades laid backs to the water, perdendo.

7 comments:

Oberon said...

....absolutely fabulous.

The Unwelcome Guest said...

I concur. And you said thrips! Which just happens to be one of my favorite words ever, even though I can't wrench my brain open enough to tell you why.

-la maga

Heidi the Hick said...

I love the way you see the world! And hear it!

bluesart said...

Am in the dark (or light?) depths of the digital netherworld. Came across your blog oh I don't know how, but return now often to see what your words see. Beautiful.

artyblues said...

Ok that was me above, just made a blog for myself, bluesart becomes artyblues, whatever that means...

Anonymous said...

One could fall in love with a person who writes like you!

Xtin said...

Only anonymously, I expect ...