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This is Nebraska
April 11, 2008
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To the farmer
the field is a circle,
a finely drawn
poetry of wheat.
To the clerk
the field is a courthouse,
an unfamiliar city
lacking stars.
A story is a finished
animal, a calm voice.
A courthouse is a flying
desk, a game of cabinets.
The farmer is a field of wheat,
the clerk is a hill of ants.
The animals have disappeared,
sent to watch the night sky via satellite.
by Boe Barnett
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Categories: Nature in the Cracks
Boe Barnett
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