i wonder who i am
she says dragging on a long white cigarette
which
hat
you got on?
i say rolling a fag
or you posing a deeper question?
not hats
she says eyes on the distant fields ploughed into straight yellow lines
i wonder it a lot
and
you
know
what? there isnt an answer
this answer pleases me - in silence we smoke
pondering
gazing
at
the
farmers patterns
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