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Surveyor and Farmer (Free verse) by Dovina
He hikes all day in hardwoods,
transit on his shoulder,
steel tape dragging long.
I trudge alone in corn,
sack upon my hip,
plucking ears like days before.
His weariness from thinking, packing, sweat,
mine from picking, shooking, heat.
Eyes closed, half asleep.
Small squeeze, a swell.
Four eyelids open,
four lip corners rise.
Til next time, sleep well.
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Arithmetic Mean: 7.3333335
Weighted score: 5.62753
Overall Rank: 2192
Posted: August 18, 2005 10:54 AM PDT; Last modified: August 18, 2005 10:54 AM PDT
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