Undoing

With each rusty earth pin pulled up, I remember the day I put them in, shiny new. Each scrap of half-degraded twine I recover from edges of beds recalls spring’s unrolling and tying fresh orange kerosine-scented definers. Pulling out poles, dismantling bean town, rolling up row cover, composting squash vines. All the undoing. Transforming the […]
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