Remote as the Moon

Remote

as the moon

 

beyond

barns

and busted fences

 

drawn to

open streams

and springs

 

through weeds

sending out shooters

thick in damp

I go in

 

Guts twisted like a vine

from a dew

that brings men from drier places

 

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