Acres of Diamonds

Here in Vineland,the wind cuts across the frost-capped farmland,over the dilapidated bridge by Rainbow Lake out on Landis Avenueand rusted railway obscured by weeds.Invisible, impervious by virtue thereof,for what is not seen is not there　　　　 in this part of the world. My right eye twitches, like it did in middle school. But now offers none