was it the second session
the second Jagger
the second month of my second summer
now the seconds are spelled in years
halifax and parry sound
and sights and smells
touch losses and gains
together on our separate sides of the bed
we take our forks in the road each day
and finish in a spoon
and the cow doesn't run away with the utensil anymore
why?
because she's in the bog with the others
where the hell is angus
the truck is rolling down the hill
and the boy is new to his second decade
he hits the clutch
besuse he's not a farm boy, not really
except in his blood
and because he can't remember which of Dad's feet stop the the Buick
inside his skuld the rusted farm Ford
good for dog-drives and haying season
slams the rocks in the river...
but outside his skull
collie runs with
hops in
applies the brake
whistles
not a relieved whistle
just a whistle
a soft jig
this was before the questions of the age of the house
before his love's middle names
but after the separate beds
in the pighouse era
and donkey
donkey-donkey-donkey
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