See how that angry red eye opens, then closes?
A flash of morse code winks coordinates.
The tail of a fox moves rhythmically in the road ditch ahead.
We close the distance.
A cell phone tower blinks mechanically.
Only rainwater on a spider web woven in the branches of a spruce.
Just the wind anxiously inflating a tattered plastic grocery bag
hopelessly twisted in the dried stalks of dead milkweed in the ditch.
Color drains back into the dawn and
The kodachromatic slideshow in the rec room sharpens
into the high definition insistence on veracity.
So the mundane march continues
until the elemental charge of the scrape of a bear's claw
on the yellow vinyl siding outside the living room window at night.
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