Friends of Gabriel Chantayan

This morning the dog woke me at six with his usual snoring right next to the frost creepin clean across that inside window corner, and I swear friend, that's an October frost that'd make a body nervous. I fried eggs same as always, let him have his piece without askin twice, and sat with my coffee watchin the fields heavy. The zero-commit silence out there on the county lines don't feel like absence to me, it feels like the womb of the next word, same as my granddaddy always said about fallow ground. Well I'll be, that old frost came early this year.