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July 2013, vol 9, no 2

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Don Miller

I'll Remember

the sound of his pickup decelerating after midnight before turning into the drive to end his night-shift on the loading dock.

the permanent petroleum odor on his cloths in the morning at breakfast.

the sound of the tractor sputtering to a start just before we leave. . . .

family and friends
gather along the furrow
one last time
his shadow drifts
across the field