In the Midwest Twilight:

in between these hills

that stretch out

like a sea

of dirt and leaves

in the valleys

and creek bottoms

in the twilight

nestled neatly

among these trees

there is a magic

lighting

lightning bugs

so they

can speak

in Morse code

to the stars

carrying

the crickets'

serenade

to the moon

ushering

rabbits

safely

from shadow

to shadow

as foxes watch

calmly in the distance

while I

pass by

in the dusk

in the woods

between these hills

outside my front door