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 ...before I ask, Limestone tells me he's had a vision.  "Jesus," I swear. "No,"
he replies.  "God. And
She's a woman."

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The 3rd Day Of Harvest

No one thing

is out of rhythm.

Wind is everywhere,

loose like a child

in the back yard,

hot to run wild 

for the other side

of the fence.

It plays around us,

Teamed with the sun. 

Turns our skin dark.

Makes us sweat. 

Kindles consciousness

of work.  Spellbound

combines graze across

fields like buffalo.

Anxious for the next

bite.  Belches of straw

unfurl like flags

behind them.  Steered

down dirt roads

trucks moan toward

town.  A billion

billion grains

of wheat,  a Universe

of stars, heaped

upon their back. 

A red-tailed hawk

side-slips

to the next field

and returns.  A paint

brush stroke.

        
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