Back Road
split second
turn
took me
from town
the list and laundry
and what to cook
saw the land
unfold
like the sea
rolling
and the seed took
down an endless row
where long I looked
the length of barbwire
where the crows were cawing,
“the crop is good, the crop is good, the crop is good”
and still were the tractors
under the oaks
and clear was the sky
a drop-less blue
and where was i
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