More Than This
there’s a fence
around the field
to keep the cattle
in place
the horse at gait
an old Oak
umbrellas the sun
slows the descent
needling down
the wind’s force
subdued
a stray dog
wanders around
sniffing for home
stacks of hay
rolled tight like twine
the bare minimum
nothing but space
like you could walk forever
and figure it out
why you’re here
a sunset in the sky
slowly closes its eyes
a black blanket
of warmth
the last of the embers
sleep is an absolution
rest without death
it doesn’t matter
in those hours
of fade
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