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On the Fence

On the Fence

Protecting land

corn farm alternating soybean fields

a son more worried

about not being wrong

than being right.

.

Hiding feeling behind earthquakes

clouds in the mind

small disruptions

smeared red and blurred

confusion runs

blushing angry

into a wall.

.

Some people lay dormant for one hundred years

before blooming again.

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Like larger questions, the spindly shoots

are tightly wrapped with last year’s harvest

loamy soil

worm droppings and flower petals

too deep to untangle.

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