Before I sleep
I bike down the peninsula

to the water

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Two places: power wires, a cow barn.
I stop under the wire towers and hear them spitting

Outside the barn where bats roost
I make the same spit with my lips and teeth

Electricity
animals wing out, diving me.
Curious

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The cable swings down
flung eel
flying wire
Tangles with me and the bike.
The cycle’s forward motion, the wind,

put me in the knot before I see

I’m wrapped, unwrapped, yards down the road

With no understanding

 

Look back, up

search grey sky, the wind,

for cause, explanation

light fades

In minutes

I discern the slim black cord

a line moving, looping, in dim air