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This is Nebraska

April 11, 2008 2 comments

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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