Chapters fell in silver lines
Gutters carried epics
Puddles footnoted every step
Grass quoted the sky
Farm dogs read without letters
Ears turned to the page
Porch swings annotated pauses
Tea leaves taught punctuation
A storm revised rough drafts
Margins overflowed with blue
Thunder stamped approval
Lightning signed its name
By dusk roofs closed their covers
Fields shelved twilight volumes
Readers slept with open eyes
Dreams finished every tale