Un-pressed and swollen waits
With oil upon the harvest and
They were long ago and unknown to me
Now; but for this captured field
Of digital lime-green illumination

And share our visions with one another
Since if our communal memories met together
For a moment alone in a room the floor would
Bow for all the mendacity and homesickness.
Truth is thick with heavy liquid called tears
Like the oil of Canola
Seeds poured down on my face.
~ Jef Powers
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