E. called them L.B.J.s,
Little Brown Jobs, although
at this distance, in this light,
they are tar-black, tiny, winging
against a naked sky bright and blue.
They converge from the ...  [+]

You (me), at the junction. Not the
junction, a junction, this one here.

You might have a map
or not. There may just be

a broad field of tall grasses
with distant powerlines ...  [+]