feet mark the snowy field
you can see where you walked
how you held the gun
where you met the sunlight
how the rays slashed
into the blue shadows
halting from the treeline
and making the ridge stand out
there you opt to cross the fenceline
by bowing under the wire
in white winter sunlight
mixed with a gust of cold air
higher up you look back
to the valley of trees and field
and barely remember
how you got up here in the light
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Bennett Valley
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