1. Three dogs--shoulders and bodies bent in a mock cycle of man, the progression and regression of evolution--how one dog sits, staring beyond shack-tops and red tile, beyond leafy sprouts of grass into the great split of sky defining horizon. A thin-wire gate runs needles across his back.
2. She peers over the wooden fence, its criss-cross bars creating a gestalt of landscape--a break of tree tops, dark green and trembling, and the promise of some hidden cow whose bell assault the airway, that thin bit of space between the leaves.
3. Clouds branch, fingers breaking off and forming crowns, the mountains resting like heaven's thrones and the whole thing cracked by the crumbling promise on concrete walls and a rumble and groan of distant thunder. The mountains, first green, disappear into shades of violet and mechanical blue.
4.The rhythmic clack of train tracks, the hum and metallic tires pulling forward some great weight like an abstraction, love or truth, which bursts forth from the gravel and wood chips like a single flower, three orange petals spread in some elusive trinity, the slight wave of the train's pass and the only glow of color near the train tracks.
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