There was a wide tilled field
With a small belly at the center
Like a woman waiting for her child
Stretched out in her furrows
We'd come back to our past
Greeted smiling by an old friend
Who had since become an angel
She looked so good in white
She brought us some bread just baked
I was supposed to give a little talk
About making the first garden back then
Which actually I'd never planted
We sat sipping a cold white wine
While you appeared and disappeared
Curious to see what hadn't changed
Until we got into the old Ford truck
I remember now she was wearing black
Everyone waving from an open window
As we drove off but soon broke down
And you got out to push
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