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I would leave, but the farmers have closed the airport.

Besides, they have a story around here

About a mother and daughter parting

And it doesn’t turn out well

From the mother’s point of view.

They have circled the airport with their green tractors,

And they look like reliable men,

Worried like their saints.

Why should they pay taxes?

These changes are probably not for the better.

I would leave if they opened the airport,

Though how fair is it that I

Should go and never know

The color of the tight buds

I first saw a week ago?

I would leave, but I can’t.

Why should we part, anyway?

Farmers here keep their families close.

They build walls around their compounds

And include chickens and a vegetable garden.

Sundays, I’d set a table outside,

We’d eat and listen to the chickens mutter

About the boredom of staying together.