February 18, 2007

The Farm

And as I hurry to finish my work,
I remember that there is nothing to hurry to,
no quotas to fill,
no one looking over my shoulder.

Suddenly I can hear the birds.

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Kate said...

Do you ever still read this? Remember me, we met at the farm? Just found the link to your blog in my journal. Kate

7:51 PM

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