The landscape hung its laundry
                across the sky
                in a sagging line of colors,
                baking in the afternoon heat.

                White birds
                caromed off undergarments,

                We lumbered beneath
                the slow grind of his boot,
                like common logs,
                surrendering ourselves
                to the odor of winter;

                    The young scholar
                    in crisp uniform
                    drops his books

                    pages flap like
                    white doves.