as you drive out
away
from the city,
on a band of road
less traveled
and you see a house.
a small house
out beyond the rail
fences,
towards the woods
across acres
of flat land,
beside a lake.
you see the smoke
from the chimney,
a well,
a small garden,
and you say out loud
how could anyone
live there,
so far away,
although in truth,
you're beginning
to understand.
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