Broadside of Farnsworth by Gary Hawkins.

Follow the fogline out of town
wherever it leads Turn
where the blackbirds mark
the fenceposts with arrows
where the wheat leans in
toward the river
Come meet me in the trees
Where I’ll lift you above
the floodplain, open the curtain
of your body for all to see
We have no secrets with the forest
Which also arranges herself
around me