alone in open field
walking by shadowless
wind start to pick up
I force ball from trap
only sand gets my eyes
I have tears wash grits
as pain sears my head
gray clouds race above
touching naked branch
cold giving me love
I can't refuse to have
I took a swing at a log
I didn't hit it but pass
red fox ignores my dash
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