a bale of hay

bought a bale of hay

mulch on the garden

sixty years

since i smelled

that warm sweet smell

cousins

hoisting bales

on to the wagon

late summer

with sun hot

up in the loft

tunnels

and forts

uncle shorty

falling through the tunnel

chasing us

cursing

us

laughing

miss that sweet scent

of my childhood

even the itching

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