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Tidewater, Oregon

The tractor has left rows in the grass,
somewhat like rows of cut cane. Louisiana,
I take you everywhere.

The field itself is a giant row
between aisles of fir and alder,
a chute running west to east,

as I will run west to east,
not like the hurrying of the sun--
beginning and end being one and all that.

Some might call this loafing.
It is such a pleasure at this point
not to care what the locals

in their trucks, the loggers,
and the UPS man might think
if they saw me from the road.

A field with no boundaries,
an expanse of tideland
is more honest really

my back sinking in the mud,
high tide covering my joy.