i burnt down the fields

i burnt down the fields.

they were so golden, a sun ray sprinkled over the once-green growth.
like a flock of birds rooted in the open sky, stalks swooped this way, that way.

so close to harvest-time, so restless.
so close to the end. or only the beginning.

like words caught in the middle of an argument, they floundered this way, that way; to you, to me.

i burnt down the fields for you.

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~ by translating for peas on August 31, 2011.

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