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
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