Under The Power Lines

Meet me

under the 

power lines.

Where the 

electric 

hum

of life

attracts 

the little

fawns.

The corn

sings

sweetly

to the 

choir

of husks

clapping

in the 

warm 

august wind.

The smell

of the wooden

railroad tracks

promises

the jump

of new 

life

mixed

with risk.