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In The Land Of Analogy

Not that farm field.
Do not stray into it look
how the clouds lower
and thicken, nestled in
for a long gray stay.

Instead, this half-mowed meadow
wildflowers in the grass lay down here
old red-plaid blanket, picnic basket of bread
and apples everything you packed humming
comfort and joy. Stretch out and watch
for them— huge fantastic shaped moods
move like clouds
drift
across your sky.

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