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Exit 4 - Linda Imbler

At Exit 4, I sensed something beyond

the edge of lush field and farmland.

He stood in boots and denim jeans

wearing a short of woven flannel plaid that draped fine.

A rangy scarecrow

with golden hair

and the face of a god,

at ease with his fate.

The harvest lay,

full upon the land,

as a consequence

of fruitful and energetic growth.

Later, as the sun dipped low,

his features dimmed

until he was not there at all.

But, I learned from him

the most beautiful things are not seen

but felt when I dream.

(C) Linda Imbler 2019

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