.
This county is sure
to tell us
At the gates
That here are
Those worth
Forgetting about
How the Earth plans its tricks
Curving always too far
To obscure those soils which
are so much better-more whole
than my own.
I have travelled far in waking
To the drums of each night's coyote's warbling
And have trusted that the nocturnal bird-of-prey
beats its wn heart without
me there to hear it
Cuts with its eyes
Through a solemn air
I should be sleeping again,
I should be.
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