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Affirmation

We’ve waited for this. For the rumors and the shiny black fields. We’ve heard from somebody that Friday morning the flags will fly, from somebody else, not for another week. The out-of-bounds cornfields, clumpy and wet, covered now by only the warming air of spring, the only remaining white in the acres of black mud, the sliced tee-offs from last fall. We drive by the places that we’ve been deprived of all winter long, hoping to see the places we fear the most alive again.

2May2008 | Luke Geiver | 2 comments | Continued