I am often homesick
For a place I barely knew
Where men smelled of hay and sweat
Where women sang and swept
And rested only after dinner
Nodding over the Bible by
Dim evening lamp light.
I bring it back (small) again
Urban backyard overflowing
Tomatoes and beans everywhere
Harvesting "hay" in an alley
Nodding over my keyboard
Dim evening screen-light.
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