This Place

How easy my soul breathes with you in this place,
near the barrels of clean evening cool
5 o'clock fistfuls of new baby potatoes
and a visit from Coyote Fool,

who down on his knees
with his cap in his hand
pounds the ground
with big-handed thuds

and growls and grumbles
at Grandma in the corn
and laughs to himself
in the mud.

IJC Chisholm Farms
August 1999

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