A day moves on,
Everything being as it is,
Aphids drinking goldenrod,
A crash in the corn is the deer,
Grinnies planting oaks among the ferns,
The barred owl calling in the vale,
A man awaiting sleep
In the late haunted dark,
Still expecting more,
Listening to an absence
That inspires verse,
Coyotes yipping and howling.
In a dream he felt her touch,
In jewelled morning fields
All of it seemed real.
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