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verdureit was rainingforming thoughtsendogensun & rainsuspendedtruck in the fieldharvesting the pineapple fieldswind in the wildflowersdancing in & out of viewdust stormin the middle of the fieldimpressions that compose our livesspotlighton a far hill...out in the rainwe had two silos that stood side by sideshadows of our sensationsI should have been more specificland of cottona subtle somethingmeadowwe had tornadoes last night...mist on the water and hawks in the treeslife & booksbehind the weedseverything connectsnot much of a bridgepasture landfields of tearsthe end of the linean hour later it was gonewe could also pretend...beautifully isolateda skiff of snow...too wet to burnnot to worry, everything is under controlwhere the sagegrass growsand yet it still holds beautya leafy vine & 2 nailscollapsingfragmentslast cuttingthe rain filled the trees with tearsthe hawkmaybe they should try sweet potatoesthe water laps at the land as the tongue of the thirsty dogdo not grasp at the starsmaking hay while the sun shinesbrokennightfall in the mista ten foot polecommonly called a sloughdownright meansome things come in the mail...red pickup at 7:16 AMsleepthe tree in the backyard...cherries & strawberriesas far into the thicket...wonder why they left the chimney?beyond the gategoldenwalk the way the wind blowsever notice how some people just have a way with words?passageI would have photographed a peacock...through the mist & beyond the fenceno road goes there100 miles from the nearest hospital...This is not London...who knew?you sure can see panther creek nowthe wind was making creepy noisesa patch of sunlightI took a silver train...cherries & strawberriesstanding at the bottom of the slopeI passed it by...The edge of the delta...old trees & panthersno bevel, no warningdusk falls on the deltaState Road 320where the bridge...It was...Of course you could sit idly by...power lineThe sky was a brilliant blue...After the harvest...the firesBee Stings and Other StingsBetween the road & the rice...dusk falls on the rice fieldsI startled...I found a wildflower...back turned toward the sunPrime Delta LandThe Tale of the Kite8 x 8 ÷ 4sounds like a plan
   
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