Does splitting
wood in the rain wash
blood off the axe?
"New agrarianism" sounds
pretty fantastic in print.
Feathers in the kindling,
new, chaotic red flowers
on my pink barn boots.
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The door in our back yard must lead to tomorrow.
out of the city, into the frying pan
La Porte a Demain
The door in our back yard must lead to tomorrow.
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