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Crack In The Stove
Listen to the pine splits
crack in the stove
clouds down our roof like
burnt pine, milk
The smell of come in the shack
A breeze on the wall
from boiling tomatoes
A baby snorts air
while it sucks a tender breast
it was time to put apricots
out in the sun,
cover them with cheesecloth
Nothing but the whine of bad mud
between the cabin logs
I hum Cold Blew The Bliss
to the cild, touch fattened dough
I wait for the sound of his truck
hoeing a splutter of thawed ditch
And when he comes he points his rifle
at the floor, lets the dog
smell his pants
Soup's about done
