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Farmers

Farmers

and the AC

was blowin’

full blast

and all the bulbs

were burning

room to room

and the dishwasher,

the dryer,

the oven

were all ticking

and the vehicles

were parked

and the frig was full

like the faucet

like the dog

like the house

and there sat the TV

with all its channels

click, click, click

and here was this guy

peering outta the box

wearing a cowboy hat

that actually fit

like the lines on his face

still handsome and rugged and real

and he was talking ‘bout his daddy

how he farmed the land

how he survived

the Dust Bowl of ‘35

how he plowed

sunup to sundown

how his hands hurt something awful

how, even so, he’d go

pick up that ‘ole fiddle

and play

“his hands would be bleeding …”

and as he told that story

he wasn’t on TV

he was on a farm

back in Kansas

sitting on the floor

listening

to his daddy play

for him

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery