A Loud Place

After first sight you look into the place
where details emerge like bubbles

the eye takes and reads in its own way:
there it is a long ride of rail

a trail of pulsing wind-warped poles
and a staked fence saying what fences say

now it is a place of meeting, retreating
of taking the message of nature and man

it is not an emptiness, but a loud place
for reading, for noting this and that

not forgetting the marsh mood
heightened by heavy and brooding skies.

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