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POEM: wheat


yesterday I drove past the wheat field
where you pulled me to the ground
kissed me like our time was up
which it very nearly was

a few weeks between admission & ending
a small window through which to view
a world we couldn’t reach

you’re the last of the volumes to put away
beside childhood dreams & lost geographies
then I’ll close the door on this old library
let the wheat grow over the remains

/ / /

6 April 2021
Auburn AL
for F

Published in Auburn My poems NaPoWriMo2021 Poetry


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