Inland Tides

Blanket me in the tides

of little things

Bringing swift changes

Of barn doors breezing open

Awakening the haystack sleepers

A new landscape

Unseen when we climbed the loft

Underneath the deep cavern sky

Arise and greet the Farmer

We’ve never met

But have always known

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