Every Rock- A Story

Every Rock- A Story

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Bare-feet on Back-roads

The field is full of fog at this time of night
and the fresh bales line up like children in school.
Four houses surround it as they stare down on the night
as it becomes so much more.
Dogs whisper my name in the distance
while the little dipper appears again.

Now I become warmer
and the moon is smaller in the windshield.

The fog comes again in the morning.

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