Sixty Miles

drive over rutted dirt
tracks of others,
at sloped angle
park up
pull coat closed
more snow coming
binoculars out the
in the distance others
gathering their breath,
a haze
can they see it or have
i missed it
sixty miles for what
a bird the wife knows
what it is
she has gone on
anticipating a rare
i feign wiping windshield
shes with them
one guy in fatigues
placed a gloved palm
on her back
so intimate
sixty miles to find out


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