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| Fallow |
The sky presses down.
It takes a long time
for the ground to be land,
a field returning to woods,
verdant and bent by the rain,
While in the old house
a woman in love rises early,
leaves with her shoes in her hand,
in the dream of a man still asleep
Who has learned to accept
that everything ends,
but finds that no reason
not to begin
In a field returning to woods,
verdant and bent by the rain.
For the ground to be land,
it takes a long time.
The sky presses down.
