a machine made from summer when
there was wind in the wheat
when the seeds of the wheat
put their backs into it
(may the wind be always at
that there)
and wandered in
out of the
wandered in and out of
your hair caught in gloating
convoy of toads
like the moment the Spanish armada awoke
to spanish pears palms weighted with
pears when they lost to the sea
the wheat in the wind
wheat will not grow near the sea
pears will not grow in spain.

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