Beside the Cabin
The light that flows downslope
begins as a trickle through the grasses
up where the hill crests
and gathers momentum
on rocks jutting
from the clearing the deer
use to stop and look back
from their climb
as it washes away
odors left by animals
who passed through in the night
before it breaks into patches
that ripple along
the ground between junipers
then shift in direction
where they run
down
to where dusk meets the road
and dissolve
in the hour before night.
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