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My Heart Attack II
I saw him today
turning under corn shafts
he left over winter
for deer cover.
I had dinner
put out the dogs
and he was still there.
All I see now
is the tree of lights
suspended from his tractor
the beams shooting out
toward grey rows.
Standing against the slow advance
of his inevitable machine
stalks become sound
under invisible wheels
and the February moon.
He’s still out there.
By morning
the old crop
will be gone.
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