farm skirted by tall pines
line like candles on fire
i'm passing scanning field
i saw big horse on clothes
wrap around her body; tight
nibbling dry yellowish grass
next big pond; aeration off
ducks made it lounging stage
scratching their heads; wet
looking funny at roaring car
astray dog stops for a while
must be noise of broken pipe
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