it’s what turns on the lights
from the valley below
a crow’s fly
to our shaded road
its stack
our eye level
its scent
our baited breath
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I have a friend who grows trees in front of her deck and pretends they are clouds and not the power plant as she peeks through them.
The true price we pay for electricity.