Field Haiku
D Dónall Dempsey
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burst pod
white seed
future floating on the wind
the weed
sets out to
conquer the field
stone
busy being a stone
soaks up the sunshine
the wind
stroking the field's
green flesh
the wind
tickling
the wheat
the wheat
shivers
at the wind's touch
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