The Reason

 

It’s because you never left
these endless fields

where an oak tree sails the horizon
like a lost galleon

where rabbits crouch in mad-dog heat
under a sky full of eyes

where a gunshot scatters acres of birds
leaving wires like empty staves

where a road runs straight for hours
towards a shimmering spire

where a man can live all his life
beyond calling distance.

from Beyond Calling Distance (Bloodaxe Books, 2001), © Esther Morgan 2001, used by permission of the author and the publisher.

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