after all these days of heat

how grounding/soothing/landing-back-on-the-earth-ing it feels
after all these days of heat
to be hauling hay
cartful by cartful
pitchfork by pitchfork
under a thick gray sky which sometimes
lightly rains on us
_______
creeps me out i say about pulling virginia creeper
out of the black currants with my bare hands
because it looks so much like poison ivy
_______
the 5″ long praying mantis
brown in its molting
with a tinge of bright green shining
along its wing edges
stealthily moving amongst
the cricket-chomped currant leaves
_______
perfect i tell tookie
of their sourdough (flavor and texture)
and ask how they get it that way
i give it at least 16 hours they respond
_______
the plunk of the three cloves of garlic
trish and i drop into each quart jar
lined up on karma kitchen counter
to which i also add 1 grape leaf and 1 dill seed head
while trish mixes up the brine
and then we get to sorting
the cucumbers

_______
the coppery molten
punching through cloud-puffed sky
of a million depths and grays
_______

the sheen of lavender salve
rubbed onto waxy blister beetle knee burn
_______

tender she says from tucson
and disregarded
_______
whose body always seems
to look like an apology
i say

of the place i came from

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