Crack In the Stove

Crack In The Stove Listen to the pine splits crack in the stove clouds down our roof like burnt pine, milk The smell of come in the shack A breeze on the wall from boiling tomatoes A baby snorts air while it sucks a tender breast it was time to put apricots out in the sun, cover them with cheesecloth Nothing but the whine of bad mud between the cabin logs I hum Cold Blew The Bliss to the cild, touch fattened dough I wait for the sound of his truck hoeing a splutter of thawed ditch And when he comes he points his rifle at the floor, lets the dog smell his pants Soup's about done