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October 20th, 2015
Middlebury Agway presents the
“I don’t think we’re going to come in last this year!” my daughter marveled as we turned onto Main Street after taking our “shortcut.”
Fences Without Borders
My neighbor leans a shovel against his wild
apple, so it appears he, or someone, can shovel
a tree-full of drops under the electric fence.
The cows wander over this fifth day
of October our government is making excuses
for the bombs they dropped undercover.
The cows risk themselves for sweet, rotting apples.
So we can see bodies stacked by a trunk.
Stuff expands to fill the space available.
I’m not a physicist, but I’m pretty sure that’s a proven fact. It may even fall under Newton’s first law of motion: an object in motion will not change its velocity unless an external force acts upon it. Except in this case, the objects in motion are our family’s possessions, and the external force is me.
I am on a mission to get rid of our stuff.
Sea of White Apple Blossoms
With all this presidential hopeful fear
of uninvited immigrants, I’m happy
to be standing in line at customer
service, behind a Jamaican man, wiring
home money to his family on the island.
Seeing his smooth hands, the apple-picking
kind, a stem between his teeth, his Jamaican
toothpick. He and his friends wear their famous
knitted pullover hats, in this fall time
“It only gets really hot in Vermont for about one week every summer.”
That’s what we tell ourselves here in order to make ourselves feel better about Vermont’s widespread lack of central air conditioning.
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