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| Upper Turkeyfoot Township |
In the slowest curve of our orbit,
after counting swallows on the wire
as night filled the valley,
we walked to the top of the field
to better see the thunderheads,
enormous, darkening, slowly expanding,
more art than weather,
held in place behind the hill corn
by a windless, muted sunset
that filled the sky we stood in
with the colors of a dove's breast,
our spirits lifting with the fireflies
that rose from nascent goldenrod
like ten thousand beacons—
we'll find our way, we are not lost—
as the heat of day radiated into heaven.
Our concerns lifted as the earth cooled,
and we stood still in the shadow
of our planet just long enough,
as mosquitoes sang in our ears,
to find the thinnest blade of a young moon
surprisingly high above us. We were not sure
what had changed, but we knew
we would be here tomorrow,
and we were pleased, grateful, and calm.
