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Jan 2021
Years ago, we went down
to the wheat field, it was freezing,
& we idly plucked some burst chaff
before fumbling against a split rail,
the neighbors all watching
from kitchen windows,
let them watch, you said,
as you kissed me,
knees shaking in the yellow lake.
A revision of a poem from 2003
Evan Stephens
Written by
Evan Stephens  44/M/DC
(44/M/DC)   
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