In Winter,
Night town trips
From the old farm
Are a lonely,
Cold blackness.

The density
Of valley fog
Makes the Way
A game of
Faith-or-Dare.

Yet, as I
Parallel
Four Mile Creek,
Just above
Petersboro Bend,

I look eastward
To the Temple:
Its vision a
Certainty of
Clear road ahead.

02/19/2002

Posted on 02/19/2002
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