"It’s getting late …
The early apricots start to shine,
              forty-watt bulbs
Against the sundowned and mottled plain.

No word for time, no word for God, landscape exists outside
            each.

But stays, incurable ache, both things,
And bears me out as evening darkens and steps forth,
                    my body snug in my life
As a gun in its carrying case,
As an old language, an old address"

From Charle's Wright's ""Remembering Spello, Sitting Outside in Prampolini’s Garden" which can be found in his book, "Appalachia", which was published in 1998