Only the beginning

After all of this
But before long
Cerulean fields
Dipping down

Emerging grounds
Fighting surely
Giant tomatoes confound

How many angels dance
In the trunk of a Buick?
Just one more than you
Know or think you know

Listen at night for the
Mourning doves alight
Never returning twice
Or else

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