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
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