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summer fields


by Ed Higgins


we ran that afternoon

across Bayshore lanes


into green blooming fields,

beyond all those


quickly passing eyes,

helping each other


down a graveled bank

that edged tall grasses


topped in yellow mustard &

skimmed by meadowlarks,


that scolded, yet never told

as far as we knew--


although they saw well enough.



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