fields of amber by Tricia Marcella Cimera

like every peasant before me

in a despot world

I stand in my silent field

pull my broad-brimmed hat low

search the sky.

my dog whines beside me

while the grasses          wave.

like every peasant before me

I know which way the wind blows

and who stands in its iron path.

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