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"Grandfather Was a Farmer"

Grandfather Was a Farmer

When Grandfather thought of the most
obscene and sacrilegious thing he could--
which was often--
it was of Grandmother's good dry legs,
so he plowed up the unrained earth
of his eighty acres,
going deep with gee up and whoa,
heard over the county by grape root
and farmers' wives,
until he found the abundant black moistness
turning up before him
that made him whole; and he didn't blame
anyone anymore
and his tube roses wafted
across the clean muslin sheets
on summer nights
and the heady scent of new potatoes
came from the shed.