letter from a village

Kerrin P. Sharpe

on the other side
of the horse’s head

a woman milks
the china cow
letting down the sea

a man with a plough
walks off the cliff

he has forgotten
it is too late for whistling

the earth slowly fills
with wheelbarrows
and wheelbarrow footprints

from every stone
hear birdsong

inside the mariner's compass
the milkman learns to be lost