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The Harrow

Saint Paul, 7 February 2006
Trees are felled
Hillocks are leveled
A harrow heaves and strains
to bust up thoughts
Its rusty frame belies
the mirror shine of its cutters
Caustic laughter subdued
Recalcitrant weeds yanked 
Furrows freshly flattened
We now delight
in unobstructed views

Written after spending the day in bed listening
to the US Senate hearings on domestic wire-tapping