recurring dream (lonely farm house)

at the stop sign
look left
to corn fields
drenched white from
spilt milk of the moon
and tip tops of
sweet corn rolling
row upon row, past
one farm house
lonely but for
three canopy trees
and that long driveway
cutting
a twisted brown scar — i am
only gazing,
gazing,

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