Across the Field

by James Babbs

across the field and
out past the trees
where the creek bends and
makes its way
through the tall grass
that’s where they found her
dead for several days
her body decomposing
a place where I drive past
every morning
on my way to work and
when they gave her name
that night on the news
I didn’t know who she was
but I kept going to the window and
looking out at the darkness
the lights in the distance
not sure of what it was
I was trying to see