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Where the grass never tread by centuries of unknown footsteps
Seek a romantic chase across the fields
Porches set like ancient tables
Watch the feast missed by terrors met outside
A parchment of field laid brown
- A hill –
Clouds headed miles from the flight of a solitary bird
Houses for Sale
Women walk with the sound of their children’s lives
Past the workmen’s trucks
A conformity of red and green
The mountains’ glacier history was written before man’s time
And the streams mud gray and the weeds green
Soft from a window
Harsh to the naked foot.
A Vast Hope
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