A contemporary poem about a pulse across the field, using a concrete image system, a pressured turn and a restrained open ending.
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A fence divides the field from the road. Every few seconds, a loose wire rings. I mistake it for a message, then for wind, then for you. The sound keeps its own counsel. Still, my body turns towards it as if longing were a reliable compass.
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A crossing-at-night poem about moving when the signal changes and choosing action over waiting.
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