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Spring 1986 · Vol. 15 No. 1 · p. 51 

Love Poem

Jean Janzen

The fields are soft
with burst of wheat today,
the wind wet and wild.

My winter eyes
are startled by the vast
green, as sometimes

when I sleep
you stir me out
of shadows with your earth—

warm kisses,
and we leap.

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