(September 16, 1925 – August 22, 2011 / New York City)

Landscape

Boughs berserk
Spin one hill
Into space
Standing still
Olive trees race

On the field below
Moulded white oxen
Ponder each furrow
A man behind them
Cries Via, Via

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