back in December
or was a nearly night discernible
when the bargain languished
buried in the fruitless grow longing
you leaned in thrall eye on spring
the walked on ground disappeared
but miles of over-worked fields fell
hard driven into the
incessant haunting distance
now is a long despairing
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