In my ten-year-old car
I climb the ridge
mount a broken shoulder
this wooded twilight
I blast my horns of light
pretend the fawn
can understand
my mumbled call
tumbles on the wind
explodes on a hillside
like a runaway box kite
signal dropped
first thoughts lost
to your guessed-at distance
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