Well Always Find a Way

We’ll Always Find a Way

Except for animals
In the pasture, men
Snoring from the
Farmhouse below,
And the cool breeze
Across your face,
The night was still.
Wally the Bull, bedded
With his lowing mistresses,
Done for the day and
The big cat purred against
Your leg.
Like a smoke signal
Your call from atop
The hill through
Crackling static
From the Wyoming
Meadow bridged
The distance between us.
We’ll always find our way.
Even from the farm.

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