like a moth flies 

to the porch lamp
thinking it the moon
we walked towards the light
thinking it was the town
only to find
over the last rise
it was just the buzzing bulbs
of a fenced-in pumping facility
in the middle of the desert darkness

and as my dad struggled
to understand the map
from the light of a dimming flashlight
i  remember it leaving me, fading
like a dream leaves when you awake
and my dad became just a lost man
and i was lost with him in the night.

Lee Tracy




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