Standing, Smoking, and the swinging porch.
Old creeks and pops to fix like dry skin;
the smell of Mint says it's working.
Serene, Strange, the city to my back.
Before me framed in tress a Potter picture,
what must be massive mites to the plow.
Walking slowly, up and down the crops — weeding.
Taking their fill and putting the rest in baskets,
Take-Home meals for later with the children.
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