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15 OUT OF BRIGHTNESS HAILSTONES, COALS OF FIRE Consequence of diurnal surge, shear pin shorn in the hour Where boundary lines have fallen against my lot— Harvesters routed, furrows stomped bare, Crop-haulers paused in the lee of a barn as rain beads off Of greasy zerks, hydraulic hoses frayed and seeping. For what molders in the field is without value, The hot soil gumming feet, the tires, faces of the brim-tried— As I lean against a combine, let rain runnel down in the place Where grandfather pleaded and turned, and was struck by lightning. ...

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