The Sand Hill Review               http://www.sandhillreview.org 2009

Threefold Blues

In morning mist

her screen door slams

her hounds yodel

across the river.

By a daytime town

fragments of glass

shine brown and green

along the tracks.

Weeds in darkness chant:

moon through pines, train sounds,

going, Georgia, going, gone.

Wind through pines. Done with.

Palmer Pinney