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The Peach
Wield thy sword and shield
for the day has come
O Yes... another one
Crop-circles form over an even-edged field
while blocks roll further down laden paths
row upon row, blade to soil, crease to fruit
beckons
spoiled labor, whisper those not over-turned
-ever
blacken the stalk as dot the eyes
remain
this ash of monument
sense to pride
glow to shimmer, flickering mosquito
race the inner glaze
within the jar of hope for an outside contaminated world
Noon day sometime
there was a water break
refreshed, unnerved with spirits high
sustenance of sun through crystal glass
flowed as one between bodies
hung across orchards
swung from trees
the lattice left
with succulent peach
To toil we rose, red, blue and gold
from his ploughshare, Indigo
those taken turns shake hands
nod, wink, smile
a fedora...a country mile
were it not brothers, sisters
aunts and uncles
timing a line
integrated
one big machine
for the production
of comfort
how long does such a day last
what is the estimated value
does this only count for tomorrow
the night may be short
moons piled high
coin toss
stay or escape
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