Kent, Washington
By Jack Brummet
1
The truck farms
Are still there,
Buried a layer down now
beneath tilt-up warehouses.
2
Fin, fur, flesh, and feather
Maintain a faint presence—
A robin waltzes in 3/4 time
Around a stranded nightcrawler;
The pale moon hangs low,
Almost humming overhead
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