rattling grasses of wild wheat
shiver in the ribbon wind
and beat against my calves, I step

mildly through the rippling sea
it wells and comes away
whispers, frail and pleading

at dusk, with frightening shadows
from spindly towers and cruel steel
that striking fear of tall walls and automobiles
stretches over suburban meadows and pushes me out
over the dreamy bridge to wild canyons
and sweeping fields and roaring oceans
and millions of sweetly murmuring arms

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