Dise Road
By: Wesley Dunn
When the sun goes down
In wintertime
And the soft sunset has vanished
Darkness doesn't fall right away
Light lingers
Silver and light blue
In a frigid mist, the dirt road glows
the crescent moon is sheltered
in a softly shining ring
everything
the crippled stalks in the battered-down corn fields
punctuated by softly crackling power lines
the slowly turning turbines
with the little blinking red lights
the hood of the truck that comes flying by
scattering a wake of loose dirt and gravel
the steam of exhalation
from the runner as he heads back home
everything shines.
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