Field of Dreams

And in ’78 when the swallows

were swooping

and the crows watched on

there we were

in a field of rhubarb

sorry, not a field of rhubarb

I meant broccoli, anyway

we fell in love.

Inspired by nature

in that field of broccoli

me carrying both school bags

the wrong way home,

it’s funny

how you never forget

the first time

it happens.

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