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  On a Western Plain

And before us lies a long, lightly-treed field
—an accurate delineation of an afternoon

that holds steadfast. Our elected destination,
to lean against a porch rail and dangle a beer.

We could be content, even thankful, standing
as these things labored to satisfy the soul.

As time would then grow, and make them
things that now happened and casually passed—

you chose to embrace the advantage of difficulty
as we both share a lamentable past. It was your

preference of an imagined scenario:   cottonwoods
billowing overhead; the clouds anxious, fleeing.

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