So the only way I can think to find them,
the only archaeology that might be practical,
is as follows:
You take your child or grandchild in your arms, or borrow a young baby, not a year old yet, and go down into the wild oats in the field below the barn. Stand under the oak on the last slope of the hill, facing the creek. Stand quietly
Perhaps the baby will see something, or hear a voice, or speak to somebody there,
somebody from home.
on a horse
over palms laid
on the threshold
of the coming day
I see. And what now?
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