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Cornsilk frames her skin
young wheat at mid-day
luminous as Nebraska plain
her eyes surprise you
pulling you into
the aquamarine
Lake McConaughy
a jewel locked in grain
locked in blue
you don't see through
the trophies and ribbons
her head swimming
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it takes all her strength to
drift down the yellow raft
her floating land
to see the tassels shining
her Antonia digging,
free, into the earth
she slips into the blue
trying not to swim
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