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Click on the poem title to read the next excerpted poem from Cloud Pibroch.

                 Distance

Distant as one field is from its neighbour
          even when the crop is similar:
something to do with the way the wind blows
          back the grass’s hair.

There is a rhythm to the conversation of today
          with tomorrow: we knew that from the start.
Stones used to penetrate the soil and so
          had to be counted as part of the text.