July 30, 2013 § Leave a comment

that afternoon
we bunched up in
his barn and
waited for Harlan
to reveal exactly
what it was
that he had learned
by dragging heavy things
behind him
for all of those years

but he never showed up

about four or so
someone called up to
his brothers place and his
sister in law
said he was sleeping one off
on the porch slide

we finished his beer
and left the lesson go
for another time

on the way out
I put a ten in the pocket
of the jacket hanging
by the hay fork

Broadus killed the lights
Langford latched the doors

(c) 2013 Fred Whitehead


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