The dirt road to your house

Here is the night,
hideous and sharp
see the stars, shining –
a bit yellow on his face

Here is the tree
watching the future
shivering in
a reckless manner

Here is the next day
the world reaching down
like storm clouds
along the cliff top

And here on the hill,
one puzzle is solved
the smell of dirt
the sight of a blue sky

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