The Farmer’s Crop, Zeke Sanchez
The Farmer’s Crop What is the color of rain? You feel it on your face, It drowns you, your senses, and you feel it no more, Walking, no, straining, through the muddy field, The farmer’s house, a window light, a post light outside, Then no light as the rain comes over the hill, […]
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