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A Moment’s Rest

August 29, 2012

Yellowed with time this image mine
Me clinging to your pant leg
You with hands worn by field work and lye
Wrapped ’round the hand-hewn hoe handle
We stood at the edge of the tobacco bed
Squinting into the sun

Me leaning into you
You leaning on the hoe to steady yourself for a moment’s rest

The cattle would be in soon for milking
Lowing a familiar greeting
Steam from their flanks rising into the cobwebs overhead
Crickets singing from the corners of the milk barn
The close quarters a comfort
Warm against the cool of the evening

I hear you in the adjoining milkhouse singing a song
“My darlin’, my darlin’ mine”
The crickets pause to listen
The cattle pay you no nevermind

Yellowed with time this image mine
Me clinging to your pant leg
You too busy scratching out a living
From reluctant earth to tend the soil of my heart
But so it is among the narrow lanes and
Rolling hills of days chained together from memories
And yellowed photographs
Like this one

Me leaning into you
You leaning on the hoe to steady yourself for a moment’s rest

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From → Flash Fiction, Poetry

4 Comments
  1. Dang that’s beauty

  2. Some beautiful work here Noah!

  3. I love the alliteration of hand-hewn hoe handle, and the repetition and rhyme of ‘Yellowed with time this image mine’. There was of course more repetition than that, but that one particularly stuck with me… don’t know why.

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