Rolling farmland conceals cars in its dipping valleys.
Corn stalks sway and tremble in dance before they flutter
away like long-limbed birds over fields, peppering grassy
bluffs with their stories. Telling my own story, I stutter
and stumble back into my mind, heedless of my lesson.
Rough edges of the highway caress the greying river.
Sudden city lights against the stillness, my first impression
of its power in the darkness; the shadow, my heart’s shiver.
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