You look unto stone
seeing striated furrows
once living bedrock
now a stooping figure
this next month you will be dead
again, one year so far, far away
though still within this sanguine heart
you stare your love as always
How long has it been
until a harvest beam?
spring turns summer hot
July corn leaves unfurl hope
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