Best Hoed Poems

It was a Wednesday;
a day woven 
into prison blankets and dish towels.
A day to assess hours unnoticed.
A time of trivial hungers.

The hard heft of earlier times: -
not fitting into anything,
teenage fluff and huff. Heartbreak,
rearing and loss. The fallow traipse of age.
The clinical clunk of clay...

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Heidi hoed, hurting
her back..."Get a tractor!" cracked
her chiropractor....

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