Still More Memories of the Flightless
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Grandma's old corn sheller
rests upstairs in an attic in Portland,
Oregon;
Mother got it before
the sisters, cousins and aunts
(who got the purple tea pot
and hand-made egg basket)
could;
It could still shell corn
for Rhode Island Reds or White Leghorns
even gray Domineckers
some day after Judgment when/and if Grandma wakes;
(Put Some Tacky KFC commercial Here)
Missing the rooster calls every morning
and the chickens scratching
the hardscrabble to dust in the stable yard
Watching and quarreling,
(though you live in the city
be sure
to take chickens seriously).
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