when
the high grass sways
shadows
roll out
like
an incoming tide
what's
connected is momentary
bound
by no stagecraft
never
repeatable
i
look for landmarks
on
the old barn road in the park
the
last of the hemlocks
look
for sanctuary
a
dog barks toward the moon
rising
and fading into the blue
---
e b bortz
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