Bewilderhof – 11

January 13, 2015 § 2 Comments

Chapter 11
– shadows

the pipers shadow
hugged contours
of the yard
in and
out the ditch
across cornfield
up the grade
toward the coop
barn wall then

thick garlic of phosphate
hit soon after

pulled a sprig of mint
to deaden the taste
took up
an armload of ash,
and arguing with inertia,
dragged his shadow
toward the woodshed

as he walked the path
behind the house
he could sense it
watching him like a feral dog

he battled temptation
refusing to look up –
instead he followed
the shadow of
a hawk
territory from the ground
its owner skybound

the farms cathedral
of duplicity,
the warning of which
in his brain

(c) 2015 Fred Whitehead


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