Nine pm - driving home -
one of the last
longer days -
time changes soon
and then long summer days
spent playing outside
until nine will seem surreal,
just like the hours spent
in a dream escape
with skin bared as much as hearts
and desire
Not long ago this drive would have been lit
with a setting sun
but now the headlights glance
off edges of fields
and in the dark
I see shapes move briskly
then they are gone
like yesterday,
but I bet I could wander those fields
and find their tracks.

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