The upper pasture gate creaked padlocked. A wading lantern to show the latch Flared where invisible things attach, Carrying light snatched up for open use 5 To home a tricky key and save a curse. To burn out opposing night and burn day back, And give dark description where words must lack, Light's concern was kept narrow as the lock. At a click, light soon waded on to earthy dark,- 10 Swung wondering in a guideless hand Familiar with the black of pasture lands; Sudden cow or knoll indifferently stood stark. I followed from below as I was, restless To see how aimless light in darkness does.
From the collection "The Timid Leaper"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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