Though hard to tell looking out into
An unilluminated landscape,
Over the tops of
Our red metal roofs,
Standing seam,
House and barns.
Each roof is
A slightly different red,
And slightly different quality, and
In some cases the handiwork
Of those who really
Understood the
Art of shelter persisting in
The elements, so
Here I am, looking out
Across the all of it, into this
Country night, breathing quiet and
Trying to describe it all,
I think it was
For you.
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