LANDSHAPE The sky accustomed now to bits of royal blue already less azure from a gone under let-down of warm days recalls a life dunes and sandy deluge the simple solution answer to the just-had-to-be ploughed-up cornfield shameless memory of meadows with ditches cowpats a mill in the distance with muddy shoes wind energy in those days was everywhere and peat in trenches smothered by ground elder as yet nameless flowers a night discovered born of the thunder