wheatfields
a black bear's head
now and then
sea grass
my resolve begins
to waver
derelict tractor
tumbleweeds still
roll along
cottongrass
we nod at each other
in passing
frozen cow pies
the dog races away
with our puck
laundry day
how this world spins
on without you
skylarks
the words we can't
take back
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