Darkness Coming On (Written May 26)

Darkness Coming On


Branches of pine trees waving

Gently, under a gray

Sky. Light mist falling


On a dirt road. A dozen

Loud crows calling

From an abandoned farm.


Rock pigeons flapping

From house top to barn

And back again. A herd


Of young deer standing

Very still, unperturbed,

At the edge of the woods.


Darkness coming on,

And all his worldly goods

In a dirty yellow backpack.

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