Spring Time Rhyme

Out in an early spring field, bees just growing into their knees. I stood with a pitchfork, swinging it under some apple trees. Twisting the fork into the dirt, we go together like Ernie & Bert. Honeysuckle vines wrap around the tines. Tidewater soil as magical as a gargoyle. This particular field floats me to a heightened state and provides a full plate. The history here has unspokenly been near and dear. Like I'm watching myself from above as the dirt accumulates on my glove. Something sinks to my core and cements something familiar from longer ago generations. A connection completed like a socket and plug. My light flicks on and brings peace like a dove. You'd a thought we were diggin for gold the way we swang dem tangs. Big backswings choppin through earth. Softening the ground like it was made by Nerf.

Mangohick.

King William Co., Virginia