The truck farms
Are still there
Buried down a layer now
beneath tilt-up warehouses
Fin fur flesh and feather
Sustain a faint presence
A robin waltzes in 3/4 time
Around a stranded nightcrawler
She turns and dances
A schottish in 2/4 time
A pale moon hangs
Almost humming overhead
The only thing of beauty
Left in town.
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