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Millwood Fields
Walking on the border
of cornfield and woods
humming insects chaperone my dusk walk
and ancient oaks remind me
I am still only fifteen.
Clamoring over a cement aqueduct
built a century ago,
I tumble brown pebbles and
spring green waters
into my palms.
I throw a pebble into sky, imagine it
landing in some forlorn future
where I will look down
at an unfamilliar path
and dream of walking home.
Judith Pordon
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