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Doug Anderson: Sanity
Hands deep in loam.
Leaning my face against a draft horse to hear his heart.
The molasses smell of dark grain.
The smell of a woman’s hair.
The meadow quiet under snow this morning.
Somewhere a bud aches in the earth to be born.
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copyright 2015 by Doug Anderson
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