Cool tides
of golds and brittle greens
In an ocean of grass beneath a sullen sky


Scattered freckles of pink and yellow nod.
Wagons, like boats—
Like sails—
Weave above the stalks

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And I recollect a different sea,
Under a yet stormier sky,
A faraway field of blues and deeper greens


Long left behind
For a realm of much firmer footing.