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by ten the back field’s in sun
uneclipsed and warm enough
to kindle underground infernos
and beans erupt
circling, celestial bodies orbit
their blazing center of gravity
(call it what you will it)
onion shoots unbend from soil
calisthenic green asses in the air,
until soon they uplift arm-fronds to sky
upsprung they uncoil unfolding
from their yoga pose reborn
scallions, later to be drenched
in garliced olive oil
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by Jim Culleny
6/7/13
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