Hedge

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we unload the freight of day
as night wraps up what day has told

there’s not much more to say—
myself in shade, eagle in her hold
are restless in day’s throes
none begin to understand
what comes with night
when daylight goes
few even know the ground
the place we stand

a worm in earth makes way
a cardinal red as blood in maple crown
may be more tuned than I
to stuff the earth displays
(what lifts it up what presses down)
what’s hidden keeps us on edge
with those we love our only hedge

.Jim Culleny
4/25/13