Afternoon in Camden, North Carolina

Light, like memory, is a country road. It leads past neighbors, past silent fields. It narrows far down Route No. 1, And reaching the horizon, yields.

Cast back upon the land's a darkening sign, The ancient tree of life, its branches bare. In shadows rest two from their daily labors, Their silences the making of a prayer.

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