off-white the sky upon off-black trees
the field between 
a standing mottlement of yellow 
clay and green 
as redwings opine aloud of what it is to sing 
with voices that were
a harmonious scream of autonomy 
now
 
                                      a coal train 
                        two miles north moves west 
                a block east a semi thunders south
                        in the yard's shallow snow
                                   a rabbit pulled
                                             still