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Overtaking the farm truck
I see a windrower on the flatbed
Its steering wheel
Unmoving and isolated
Against the dimming sky
Standing with the dead woman
Next to
She wasn't dead
Not then
I look up at this black wheel.
The air surrounds it
It was a performance
To stand next to the dead woman
While the steering wheel
Inside the car, with me,
Is as black as the other
She was young like my daughter
I didn't know my wife
Not then
Next to
As black as the tires that carry us
The lot where we stood had a west side and an east side
There were houses all around
The ocean was on the west side
She came from a blue house
Under my control
But directing me
Just as surely
Walked up to me
The blackberries surrounded us
Their leaves like torn pages
Chanting
You are that way
You are different
You wake in the morning
You sleep
At night
The blue house like a blue boat
Berries
Seeds
Lights
Clusters of lights
On dark hillsides
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