I am the same
Today the old man
Breaking out pecans;
The old woman shelling
Peas into a hat,
Pod and pod and pod,
With drawn fingers
Until the hat is full,
Boiling with bacon, with salt,
The sun passing end to end
Of the long fence and away,
No one to come.
Today, a sleeper dreaming
Pod and pod and pod
Old man breaking out doves
Old woman shelling gems
Into the sun.
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