Looking Away
On the farm too long I guess
Now missing the sound of wind
In tall grass and stronger in pine trees
Missing the slow sunset the orange dirt
After the trucks stop, after a rain
The smell of heavy dew at dawn
And a ruckus of birdsongs
In the city too long I guess
Those rumbling hours of day traffic
Sirens, mufflers and car stereos nightly
How I yearned for those signs of life
Looking from a farmhouse window
JM
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