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The sky, today,
Is so big that it must reach deeply
Inside me to fit; stretch its legs.
The horizon rests precariously on my heart
Drawing yon cattle to their homes with each beat.
A numbered stillness of the unplayed note hangs
Over the keening breeze that rustles my hair and thought.

Still bud bare trees and verdant hills point out
In stark relief the delicate placement of houses,
Fences, graveyards, and glass manufacturing plants
All with a strong sense of putness as if in the
Basement of a model train aficionado.

I see it reflected in the dimples in the small
Of that woman's back
And in the eyes of that black man fishing
Under the overpass, as I pass.

So in the bright light of this too large sky
I notice that I am missing the commitment gene,
Which explains a lot
About surface
and how I live there.