Dancing in the Dark | 6.

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There it was, a field, a plow,
a hand upon that which to furl,
And same as I, he knew his place:
to till the dirt, cascading waves
and so to make a better place
for knaves and fools and whispering sorts,
to feast upon what could be theirs,
A love that only knows, no bounds
and have their fill until it’s done;
That they might know there was sign:
A plowman at his field at night.

-LFE, Dancing in the Dark: poems from the night hours

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