Responsibility
Robert Wrigley
At the lower fence line under the stars
he hears what at first he takes
to be the neighbor’s mare come
to investigate his apple pocket,
but then gets that neck-chill
and knows otherwise and turns
to see by starlight alone a dust devil
spitting along perpendicular to the wire
and straight at him. He’s seen thousands
of the things but never crossed paths
with one on foot, and watches
as long as he can before the grit
