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Harvest Dreaming
FK (28 August / St. Thomas University Hospital)

Harvest Dreaming

in my muddle-minded daze
a rustic song rising up

tendrilled smoke drifting southward
'Go home, ' spoke the lone nettle

still standing silent, weeping
shady sheaves heavy: waiting;

tomorrows bursting with grain.


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