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February 26, 2016
Rusty shed, crumbled silo, tilled coffee soil across broad land.
I want to run, I want to leap, I want to swim! But I turn.
Father loved seeing the fresh soil. Words weep: Lower him down.
© Michael T., Letart, WV
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This piece is a form of Korean poetry called a sijo.