a wrong
turn
making a longer trip,
but i'll find my way out.
how long has
the back road
been here.
it winds in and out of
shadows
and light.
these trees, that pond.
i see an old barn
in red beyond the field.
i see a tractor
with a man in a straw hat
upon it.
he waves.
i see his wife in a
pale blue dress
coming through
the corn,
bringing him
water.
she waves too.
who are these people?
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