Boots crossing the brown sugar field
at twilight
dog pulling on the leash
and sun angling down like a lure on a hook
low in the sky, bobbing on the horizon.
We
under the surface
go toward it like fish
toward God.
In the far field I see traces of brown and white
then flash flash flash
single file white tails
slip from the trees
like blown out flames.
Then I see the horse pastures
fenced in white.
Six white tailed prisoners
pace from side to side,
frantically searching for a way out.
I stand at the fence
watching their distant dark shapes
going from one side
to the other
and back.
At dark.
I go home.
At 3 am I get up to go to the bathroom,
I wonder
if angels led them out.
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Kimmy Sophia Brown has loved humor and music for as long as she can remember. She writes the column "From the Back Porch" as well as reviews of music in her column "MusicViews". Her goal in her music reviews is to introduce music she loves to people who may not have
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