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At the back of the field I'm in deep,
up to my waist in the opening asters, goldenrod over my head,
in with the pollen-drunk bees and the wasps,
in with the rabbits, hidden and twitching,
in with the towering hawks and their searching,
searching and twitching and over my head,
in deep at the back of the field.
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