You can’t just become a strawberry farmer, you said
trying to place a stem in the carton lid without taking
your eyes off the road.
You’d need the space… and staff. All the gear.
I took a bite and countered, mouth full of it
not if you did it solo.
In the wing mirror I saw myself
forever in the same plaid
missing phone calls from the field
cane sunhat saving my neck
ever bending at the knees.
not if you did it solo.
In the wing mirror I saw myself
forever in the same plaid
missing phone calls from the field
cane sunhat saving my neck
ever bending at the knees.
Solo?
I nodded, reaching.
I nodded, reaching.
You’d get bored.
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