Farming

After a Tractor

I am the earth
I wear the proud beret
Given to different greens
Each season

I touch you
Above concrete
Before beginning
Long tuberous roots
Locking you to my diatomaceous
Past

I stoke the fires
Which keep living
Furnaces hot
Their heat always
Slowing to cool
Within me

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