To Ground Them in Things in the World

There is something. Hard to say
If it’s a bit of a leaf
Or a piece of string. It twists

From one of the barbed-wire twists
In a barbed-wire cattle fence.
It could be a tassel of grass.

It flutters like a pennant.
Doesn’t seem to be deer hair,
Although mule deer jump this fence

To browse in the cow pasture
Frequently. No other barbs
Have caught anything like it.

It trembles like it’s alive.
You just have to look closer.