barn poem

poem from sometime in winter

i still love you
like i still love
that old barn that
had hardly
any doors and just
some wooden doors
to swing and latch
over the hay loft windows
full of looping
chirping
swallows it was
set still and warm in
the high growing
weeds
mugwort
joe pie
golden rod
i wanted to stay
but after one season
there was no work
for me there
maybe someday
the land and i
will need each
other again.
how i love that
barn + the
bright summer
of a chard leaf
between my back teeth
and you