even the ground here is reluctant to give beneath one’s weight
grass declines to rise under summer sun
what need a fence when mountains circle round, watching, waiting
hazy blue sentries allied with stark sky arching out of tree reach
black crows teasing, warning, appealing
flat land invites
longing lingers in the ether
rebellion breeds in the roots
shades of stolen glee sit smug in shadows
where children tend most precious moments of real belonging
ever alert for the man with the heavy whipping hand
@wojcik
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