Shade by Kevin Young

It’s a strange place

                 to try & find
God—inside

a building. Better off
                 in a field whose owner,
if any, has let the ivy

overtake it, shotgun shacks
                 pulled down, abandoned
beneath the green

that has no borders
                 & thus is beautiful.
Once seen, you won’t

later, in shadow, be able
                 to hunt it down—
that meadow we sat

awhile, unbit,
                 shadeless, then went
on without.