Great gift of purple apples! The distant stars, the far-in sugars of their skins. With light in certain shades of the world, autumn of limited use in the world, I could go for a day in the word canteen. In the world outside I have yet to put in. It looks as though the bridges are standing in aquarelle. You know propitious comes of going-forward. Where the horse in mind unfastens earth, fastens thirst to a treelike task.
From Green is the Orator by Sarah Gridley. Copyright © 2010 by Sarah Gridley. Used by permission of University of California Press. All rights reserved.