The Reason

It’s because you never left
These endless fields

Where an oak tree sails the horizon
Like a lost galleon

Where rabbits crouch in mad-dog heat
Under a sky full of eyes

Where a gunshot scatters acres of birds
Leaving wires like empty staves

Where a road runs straight for hours
Towards a shimmering spire

Where a man can live all his life
Beyond calling distance.

Esther Morgan

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