a lightsource neither sun nor moon
below him to the left the edge of town
a warehouse, the shaughterhouse,
a row of shanties
wildflowers a yard apart along the road
straight as honesty "to remind us of our failings"
across the road fields of wheat eye-high to a man
with here and there a sunflower standing taller
gazing adoration at my uncle
on that side too the girl who rejected me
looking startled as her horse prepares to buck
a cow off to the side stares, its back half a pig's
and a chicken looks both ways at the road
as if she prepares to cross it
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