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Fields a Green Wave
ОглавлениеAlmost as thick as the young corn
on our farm were the flies, breeding
on more and more manure
from the hogs. You kept your mouth
closed walking around. Reach
your hand into the buzzing fog
and you’d catch clod after clod.
Once I caught two stuck tight,
a shudder in air, stone-faced, just
as they began to soar a great distance.
Lost to myself I think on them,
how the rich dung intrudes
into nearby towns,
where the thick smells waft, come down.