Tagged: farming
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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outside of collecting
our last best memory
our last best memory
of when we were all
together was at the trout
farm, where patience counted
for little, the clear green
water was teeming with
fish, and we all had
a long tale to tell
.
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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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