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Firmament

Below his clean shadow:

a sunlit prairie. A wheat field

from the air: plush and temperate.

The breeze is a brave caress. There is

something I see in him: tip, edge, hint

—the skin of it. Shifting wheat

over soil over cavern over water

over igneous over molten.