Charles Jensen | Writer

The sun will set. Fireflies will dot the yard with their coded come-ons:
flash yes, flash yes. The farmhouse will glow from its windows

and the boys will each pile into separate beds. The cows will sleep
on their feet. The day will prepare to begin again. Out in the yard, the moon comes up

with only half a face. I’m covered in its bloodless light.
I accept each animal in nature is more perfect than me.