Tagged: farm

under the soil, you

under the soil, you
don’t even have to
dig deep
before you hit
something
shimmery –
in the middle of
america’s red,
white, and blue,
a mirage
of expertise
.
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knee-high by the fourth

knee-high by the fourth
of july – we are driving
through cornfields, and your

grandpa’s farm wisdom pops out
from nowhere, wings aflutter
.
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i am waiting for

i am waiting for
you to say the word, so that
i can take you there –

underneath a rustling
canopy, a bamboo harvest
.
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as long as you and

as long as you and
i never quite get full of
each other, there will

be summers like these, horses
tied under the apple tree
.
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the thing that can turn you

the thing that can turn you
into a vegetarian doesn’t look
like much – it is a switch
like any other switch, a
button, a memory, an
unannounced instance.
whatever the circumstance,
the best advice in town is
never give it a name
.
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as much as i sometimes

as much as i sometimes
hate to say it – on a sunday,
nothing beats gathering
around a table
with friends
and a tray of lovingly
raised, dry rubbed,
precisely smoked,
meticulously measured,
happily served meats
.
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want to start a farm?
he asks.

you mean quitting our jobs
and taking day trips to the outskirts
of the city to flex and bend
underneath unfractured sunlight,
soak in fresh soil and coax
a plot of earth to carry to term
the fruits of our labor, with crisp
air between our teeth?

i just want to grow strawberries
on our roof, he replies.
.
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