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I lived on a farm once
far away from this one
It had dirt and sky and wood
just like this one
It had old friends of feather, bone and fur buried in her arms
so does this one
Things were big there and wide open like a stage without curtains
but here the stage is smaller, with a crack of light, stage center
Neither is perfect, neither is permanent
One smells of the coastal range, fog and wood
The other of the sea and beach paths of blueberries
There were bald eagles there who fished from our river
There are eagles here too who lunch from our marsh
But when you leave one farm for another
You wash off the dirt, pack the hoe, load up the truck and look back once
Only to find it's still there in your peripheral vision
While you plant the seeds for the sunflower patch
Strategically located near the small graves
Just like before
