I Was in the City All Day
Into the desert, trading people for horses,
the leader rode toward a responsible act:
the having one person at the last campfire,
telling just the next thing to
that one person, with all around only
the waiting night waiting,
in the shadows horses eating wild hay--
and then the last word without
distraction, one meaning
like a bird slipping out into the dark.
Wiliam Stafford
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