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Named for the golden stalks
under which it sleeps
like a ploughgirl dreaming,

or for the runners that stray or "straw"
until they root like a new wife
at home wherever she lands,

or for the old harvester herself
whose stained hands thread red
berry after berry to ripen for another
child's first taste of summer.

Catherine Stearns


Spring / Summer 2017

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