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Bitterness
1.
Bitter cold. I went for a
walk all bundled up.
2.
The moon. The moon. There
were two deer standing motion-
less in the middle of the
field, watching, peering at
me, their big ears spread out,
their grey winter coats almost
green against the field.
3.
The farmers are farming with
fire, burning the alfalfa
fields to kill weevil: acid
blue smoke floating through
the magical pines.
Bitter cold. I went for a
walk all bundled up.
2.
The moon. The moon. There
were two deer standing motion-
less in the middle of the
field, watching, peering at
me, their big ears spread out,
their grey winter coats almost
green against the field.
3.
The farmers are farming with
fire, burning the alfalfa
fields to kill weevil: acid
blue smoke floating through
the magical pines.
Published 23rd Aug 2012
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