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Clocking a Harvester

By Tom Merrill

Clocking a Harvester by Tom Merril

Clocking a harvester,
from nut to underground larder and back,
              I found the course consistently run
              in thirty-five,
              forty seconds maximum—
              and I clocked his clockwork awhile;

and seeing how hard he worked
at building up his stockpile—
at such a relentlessly steady pace—
              and since a rest seemed due,
              I slipped out and scattered a few
              by the hole to his home.

              When I looked, later on,
              they were gone.
I had put out the peanuts to see
if the jays
or the squirrels would get to them first, but instead
               found a new mouth to feed—

               not at all to complain. Truth be told,
               sharing such stores I suppose is an old
               custom of mine,
and recalls a time
when all my best handfuls were aimed
at arming another against the coming cold.


Poems by Tom Merrill have recently appeared in two novels as epigraphs.He is Poet in Residuum at The Hypertexts and Advisory Editor at Better Than Starbucks.

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