Beside The Barn-Evening Glow-Catskill Mountains (forcedcollaboration #2)

Beside The Barn-Evening Glow-Catskill Mountains
Originally uploaded by bovinacowboy.

In this evening glow, the sun
Warming the grayed pine, that bone-
Weathered antiquity, can seem
Like a benevolence settling
Thickly over an entire
Country—or something that resides
Within it, more ambiguous and
Accompanied by a less
Ceremonial music.

The photographer notes the
“Offset window” confusing enough
To knock witches from their brooms.
A fact which, he explains, pins
The barn to the 19th
Century, a lonelier
America, one more comfortable
With lines that bend from warping.
One less comfortable with you
Or me, who might hum, alone
Walking a pine needled path into
Midnight to sit at the base
Of the Kaaterskill falls, if only
To hear something like our own voice
Rippling up from the foaming mouth.

The barn’s red door swings open
And the cows might amble to pasture
Or the tractor might carry
Into the barn its few bails
Of hay and one pitchfork, motor
Sputtering and a dark exhaust
Climbing into the air, which is to say,
This sunlight is that romance
Of the future for its hollow pasts.

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