Timeless
crack open
the round rind
and the rain spills out
sending the seed
South
where the sun
melts in your mouth
and the fields
are gutted
ready for rebirth
and the cattle is king
for a day
and the corn
for another
and the clouds are bleached
and the red clay
is baked
and rising
and the fish in the drink
are leaving a wake
and the stadiums are split
in four quarters
and a beauty queen
is crowned cream
and you can walk to church
if you want
and there’s the radio
dialed FM
and there’s the lift and fall
of shadow boxes
buried beneath
the bleach
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