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So Much Depends As I Once Remember It Then

so much depends
upon a swirl
of paints
of yellow
and green
and violet

so much depends
upon the silence
of the plow

so much depends
upon the farmer
still

so much depends
upon your
vanishment.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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