The Sticks

Night settles in with gauze to hide the stars and the moon slides out
as I light the bedroom window to be seen from the road.
It’s easy to wander out in the fields. The herd should drift back
by morning but the rebuilt fence ought to hold either way. Or else
I’ll be picking up chunks and bent headlights from between dashed lines.

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