in the December issue of GloMag.

Exit 4
At Exit 4,
I sensed something beyond
the edge of lush field and farmland.
He stood in boots
and denim jeans
wearing a short of woven flannel plaid
that draped fine.
A rangy scarecrow
with golden hair
and the face of a god,
at ease with his fate.
The harvest lay,
full upon the land,
as a consequence
of fruitful and energetic growth.
Later, as the sun dipped low,
his features dimmed
until he was not there at all.
But, I learned from him
the most beautiful things are not seen
but felt when I dream.
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