I survey the land –


I survey the land -

the sprawling beige hills
of Nebraska
Are my torso.

- and as the month
of June
is my fertile bed -
I pull a steel fence
over my chest
in hopes of Protection.

My warm earth,
sitting behind a Pattern
of diamonds-
holds those Beasts
at a distance
from eating out my stomach.

My body rejoices
in the warmth
of a Border -
that I may Sleep
soundly
in the month
of November.

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