Greyhair fool / Shoes undone / The fields ahead / Leaves black as coal
Landmark-free / No walls, No trees
to greet him on this night of his return
C--So who will love this lie on legs
who can't change skin and is not yet dead?
The universal foreigner
The homeless, greyhair son
Scrambles blind up muddy slope
then silent shakes before rusty gates--C
There's a house, its roof caved in
A rusty wreck of car / A lightning-blasted tree
and a man who says, "So here you are--the boy who broke the plough,
who struck his f
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