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Nourish

Bits of straw, loose grain Scattered on harvest floor. Gleaned after tough rain Of the native moon Left nothing but tussled turf, and….. Remnants of our hunger.   Those bones, crop stalks Will bleach in encroaching, Inedible sunlight, Who comes … Continue reading

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