SELLING MELONS
BY THE POUND
It's thought that maybe by just
getting things underway the rest
will take care of itself : like science
in an asylum for the insane. We leave
things along on the specimen table
and wait to see what grows. Bacteria
or vermin. I can't sit here worrying.
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My little girlfriend in the dark blue
coat, she's the one for me. I'd rather
think of nothing else. There are wittles
for her wattles in her non-conformist
ways; and she supplies them all.
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I remember one Autumn we decided
on painting the barn. A deep barn-red,
we put it on really thick, and then the
guy from the sign-painting company
came by and did the one whole side
over for Chew Red Man Tobacco!'
They said they give us sixteen hundred
dollars for the year if we would leave
it up. Sure enough, we said, sure enough.
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Turned out to be a good deal, and it had
stayed looking fresh enough so they gave
us another sixteen hundred for year two.
By the third year we were gone, and I
don't know if it's even still up or - if it
is - who they're paying now. It never
was out barn, but we kept quiet.
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They built a new, small supermarket
now, I see, over on Edgemont Road :
all the usual produce; groceries, canned
goods, charcoal, and beer. Stuff these
farmers use after they're done with
working the ground. There's a guy
there on the good days, selling melons
by the pound, on a table he puts down.
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