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Poem: To An Indian Cornfield 

To An Indian Cornfield

Flowers do not beat
their drums when
fall leaves
them naked
for
winter's
death.
In spring,
you can hear their echoes,
their leaves together
sound their
slow
message.

—Matthew Diomede
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