JEFFERY HILLIER
ALL THE FLOWERS HAVE BLOOMED
UNBURDENED AND WITHOUT DISTRESS
THAT DAY COWS LOWED IN THEIR FIELD
EACH DAY THE POEM IS NEW
THE WATER IS COLD, THE WIND A SHARP BLADE
ALONE, I SIP MY TEA
A TRAVELER, I WISH TO STAY HERE
AT THIS MOMENT SILENCE WAS BETTER THAN SOUND
AT SUNDOWN I STEP OUT MY FRONT DOOR