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Old Farmhand Remembers
by Marcel Aime Duclos
Long after the last cut of hay
shed its dust in the dairy barn and
the funeral cards lay tucked
in the heirloom cherry wood roll up desk
you sailed clear of the boundary line and
south into the next county
eyed the sun invisible compass
drawing you south to the oyamels
He loved you "Stronger
than my team of Percherons," he often said
Today in October I swear I saw you
in the widow's flower garden
south side of the gray farmhouse
alone undisturbed by my presence
Tonight I walk the upper pasture
milkweeds bent for winter and
pray you will stay a day or two
show yourself to her
He often told me he would return and
visit as Monarch
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