2 Responses to Truly artistic

  1. anna May 5, 2010 at 10:53 pm #

    awwww – I’ve never heard that one! nice.

  2. Anne-Marie Wagener May 6, 2010 at 10:27 am #

    Hi Rachel, I thought of you the moment I read this today —

    Family Garden
    by Hank Hudepohl

    Tell me again about your garden
    Tell me how you planted, in the small
    flat of mountain land, corn seed

    and bean seed, how your finger poked the soil
    then you dropped in three dark bean seeds
    for every yellow seed of corn.

    Trees and mountains collared your land,
    but the fenced garden opened freely
    to sun and warm summer rains.

    Your potato rows bulged in July. You ached
    from digging them up, your hands down in dirt,
    the cool lump of a tuber, brown-spotted,

    just recovered, a greeting, like shaking hands.
    Baskets full of bumpy brown potatoes filled
    your basement until fall, until you gave

    away what you could, throwing out the rest.
    You gave away honey from the white hive too,
    that box of bees beside the garden,

    honey stored in Mason jars, a clearest honey
    nectar from lin tree blossoms and wild flowers.
    The bright taste of honey on the tongue

    spoke of the place, if a place can be known
    by the activity of bees and a flavor in the mouth,
    if a person can be known by small acts

    such as these, such as the way you rocked
    summer evenings from a chair on the porch
    tending your inner garden, eyes closed.

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