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In-law
The cries of the killdeer agitate
the bird ten steps ahead in harsh light,
the wheat soft and green,
thoughtless heads at the mercy of the wind.
A pheasant hunkers down in dust,
by land squared off and measured.
I am outside, tended by wind I hate.
What world is this?
The sun so strange and everywhere.
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