you have to let
the field alone at times.
let a season pass
with no tilling of soil,
no planting.
no plow.
let it go. let it
be what it is.
flat and wide under
the sun and stars.
let it heal
over time. let the earth
turn,
let the slow
unseen workings
of death and new life
begin, then start again.
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