Michigan Barn

A light slant snow dragging the fields, over the edges of a frayed barn

and with a moth's dust-colored flickering stall by stall,
some empty now, driven north to market
in open trucks over potholed, frozen roads.

Sheep lay steaming, cloud
in cloud. The barn cat asleep among last summer's lambs
Sparrows saile the barn's doomed girth, forsaken,

therefore free. They lit on rafters crossing the west windows
that flared at sunset like a furnace fed on stars.