Vs. Field
       

I could stare down     a field

but it has distraction

Collapsed deer     swoop of hawk

lightest stumble of monarchs

my eyes     adulterous to this lake
of grass

The wheezing cornfield

The fox a flare
next to the broken-down car of me

Give the wind a leaf     and dare
it to keep still

Dim the lights

and beg the cicadas silent

Movement
and noise take
                        no instruction

Thistles     still draw the foot
still defeat     the callus

Cry thorn
and watch the skin creek

Cry splinter     and invite
                        the outdoors in

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