American Farmer; or Kurt
To keep him a man, take your coffee with the newly born sun.
Buy new Levis every winter. Re-lace your boots in the spring.
Keep the old truck running.
Leave the Michigan summer dust in the seat cushions.
Earn the dirt beneath your fingernails.
Earn the warmth of the sun on your withered shoulders.
Don’t keep the old souls in mason jars, line your cabinets with them.
There is no date of expiration, not on homemade preserves.
Lay them on the old oak table to love.
Place them in the field to feed this morning’s new born son.
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