By Diane Webster
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A field of brown grass
sways in the wind; many girl
concert-goers near swoon
close to the rock-star singer.
Final wisps of smolder
smoke spiral into the sky;
dreams dissipate
after the blaze burnoff.
Last night’s snowfall
splotches the field
in black-and-white motif;
Holstein cow ghosts rest
in herd mentality awaiting
milking time in the barn.
Spring rain tamps ash
into the ground quenching
thirst for green sprouts
to slice upwards separate
then clumps conjoining
into a field renewed;
daughters and mothers
sway to the music transmitted
in wind rustling through
air floating across the field.
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