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In heaven, you give me
A canola field
A fat wheat field across
Cayuse Road

On Wednesday
Mornings as
This weeks
I pass out vases of
Short green wheat stalks
And tall yellow canola
To the Umatilla Indians
who drive by...

...Those afternoons you are
pie dough in my hands...

...P.S. I knead you...

5/21/2001 1956 cj
5/26/2001 1805 cj

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