At night the theories always work,
Before Morning's arrival it seems that
All is elegant.
Then Dawn,
When shadows lighten and Light
Obscures the equations.
~~~
Through fields like weather-shredded
Tarps stretched across a
Decaying roof
Below which red ants, Potato bugs, snails
And the most grizzled bleached weeds have
Settled.
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