|Geometry (M.A. Reilly)|
- William Stafford
My family slept those level miles but like a bell rung deep till dawn I drove down an aisle of sound, nothing real but in the bell, past the town where I was born. Once you cross a land like that you own your face more: what the light struck told a self; every rock denied all the rest of the world. We stopped at Sharon Springs and ate-- My state still dark, my dream too long to tell.