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quarter rain

quarter rain


every farmer has dreams fields will plow themselves
every afternoon warms the veins in sophistication
held in yesterday’s straggling and forgotten reins

startled by the light held in a forgotten laugh
weeping with the circumcised child
silenced by the surplus in a calf


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