In Brandon

It doesn’t have to be 

the dark silver fence 

guarding the base

or the airplanes 

hovering over the warren 

like a hawk finding its prey.

It could be a shimmering spark

of a coke can 

left by the side of a bin 

or a raindrop

polished like glass.

Be as adventurous as a stag;

wandering through a forest.

Notice about how the smallest things

can be the biggest memory.