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2003-01-12 20:32:14 (UTC)

Fish Fry

The scent
of fresh-caught fish drifts
through the Kansas air,
tingling
in the noses
of twenty-some young children,
running and playing
in dirt-stained shorts and t-shirts
throughout the farm.
Uncles wipe sweat
from their brows,
chatting amongst themselves
while cooking
for the fish-fry.
Aunts giddily chat
in the kitchen
of the tiny trailer,
slicing fresh strawberries and canteloupe
for fruit salad,
discussing the latest gossip
about Overland Tool, the family and their jobs.
A slight breeze blows
through the tall grass
on the farm,
reminding me
that autumn arrives
in only weeks,
and to enjoy my last chance
with my family
for another year.




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