This must be
 or it must be Vermont,
           flowing over hills, undulating
     under farms, shimmering beneath
 cows, a vibrating,
          electric, indissoluble green, by the yard,
                   the mile, the linear foot,
wrapping us in dreams, herding us toward
             the cool verdant pasture
of our minds.

August 1993

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