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  • Ol’ Barn

    She stands alone
    North side de road
    Wild grass’s smothering field stones
    Stubborn with meaning
    If only to please
    The eye

    Sprawling fields frame her-
    Shape, flourishing in wheat
    Waves of time swoop over her
    Like the comb
    From her mother

    Leaning posts stretch
    Woven barbed wire
    Protecting her from me
    But not to those
    Damn white tail deer,
    They can jump

    If only I can see
    Her from the passing
    Gravel, I’m happy-
    To come by
    Again and again
    And again
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