The four-wheeler path—
two gulfs of hardening clay.
Who passed through here last?
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The overcast sky—
Geese fly low, over my head.
Where am I walking?
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I can hear the cars
Driving, even from the woods’
Autumn happening
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Looking at the pond:
Brown water lapping at mud
On its way around.
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Bus rides in the rain:
Looking through the fogged windows.
Puddles hide the road.
