Today's poem is by Terese Svoboda

Destiny Manifest

Your fence meets your fence,
the sawtooth borders contiguous.
You can't even see it all.

Shade moves its bars like latitudes
across the no-tree, no-cow plain.
Land is plain, unwrit and lasting.

You long to envelop the map
with circumference.
I have seen you look down and

look up like that, in such lust.
Your binoculars pick out antelope
that move no closer than x power,

that canter back as if there's a line.
Like the concentrics of the eagle
a thermal over. Like water after a stone.

Copyright © 2002 Terese Svoboda All rights reserved
from Treason
Zoo Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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