on a dirt road

of my father, and his father,

with winds in my pocket

and shiftless turns


the unknown before and after

walking under elephant boughs

past ancient bark and lilacs

between angles of sun and shade

stepping over boundaries

past stonewalls in disrepair


black birds break silence

sheltering in treetops,

watching, always watching



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