right of way*

have taken all
the cuts of land
right back to
back almost,
yet i ask
leave me just
that right of way
the way through
behind.
i walked this
evening again
into the backyard
untended dark
along the right
of way, yard upon
yard, to see if
i could glimpse
the fruit left
to rot on branch
washing hung
in a distant porch
light like unkept
promises of
bodies clothed.
along the right
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