Universe Is One Place
Crisis they call it?-when
when the gentle wheat leans at the combine and
and the farm girl brings cool jugs wrapped in burlap
slapping at her legs?
We think-drinking cold water
water looking at the sky-
Sky is home, universe is one place.
Crisis? City folks make
Make such a stir.
Farm girl away through the wheat.
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