The wind was tractor sounds,
and the bales.
Bales of hay drew us in
and rabbits became our prey.
Fateful afternoons spent
drawing hair to our cheeks
taking up razor blades and aftershave
from an old wooden armoire.
Ruby's coming down so get the kids away.
Once the pine trees gave me courage
enough to launch an arrow into the house
and the bees took it right up.
Corn for dinner and peas out back if you want them.
We're having corn for dinner
it's so hot got to keep it moving
A generator next door
lighting up the evening
and crickets in the garden.
Water in the air over the road
but it was dry, dry, dry.
I'd say wait for me tonight
let's all go down to the lake.
Those potatoes helped me sleep.
We kept a pond with frogs
and suffered loss through Breezy-May.
Her filly couldn't make it through
that summer.
© 2008, Jared Linzmeier
