Sunday, July 4, 2010

Walking in the Potato Patch

walking in the potato patch with jack dog
the fennel and the cut grass and the wildflowers are high
the bees hum in the sun
feral cat with beautiful eyes sits in an opening in the brush
the sun makes him a little god
jack dog can smell him, but he can’t see him
we continue through the pink bermudiana
and past the old horses that live in a tin shack
they look down at us through their scrubby fence
their pricked ears and old bright eyes,
jack dog spies them and then turns out into the rows of potatoes

dragon flies sweep the field and the little flowers
reach hard for the hot atlantic sun
we round the last corner and head for the house
tomorrow will be the same.

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