Ally-dog and I rode the game trails out back, lights-free, blackout-drive

In Lightfoot, Virginia
Those child-bearing days
Ally-dog and I rode the game trails out back, lights-free.
She led.
I followed.
Her dog tags click-clacked through the darkness
My only job was to listen.
She’d beacon me unerringly them game trails
Those zero-percent-illumination, baby-shaking nights

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