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Aug 2014
I first saw the wheat in the morning,
smelled the wind blustering forth--
Wondered that it must taste like
that very morning, in what complex way crops do.

And when the bear-locusts eat them,
what they would say
if they bled pans of gold to romance their amber,
if only then
would they be jubilant
if only on their death beds!

"Don't admire the fields," says Agricoltore.
Why?
"Because they like--they don't change."
Soffermare--"to rest one's gaze" or "to dwell on".
Agricoltore--Italian word for "farmer".
Sarah Michelle
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Sarah Michelle  21/Cisgender Female/Sufu, SoDak
(21/Cisgender Female/Sufu, SoDak)   
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