Better Days

By ALLISON ADELLE HEDGE COKE

Lifting Visqueen veils spread over little darlings, 
selecting seedlings to set each predawn rise.
We coffeed up, chewed rumors, shared ourselves  
wherever needed without a hint of roundworm 
belly, malathion burn, or pay bounce still to come. 

 

Allison Adelle Hedge Coke’s eighteen books include Look at This Blue (National Book Award finalist), Burn, Streaming, Blood Run, and Effigies III. Following former fieldworker retraining in Santa Paula and Ventura, California, in the mid-1980s, she began teaching and is now Distinguished Professor and Mellon Dean’s Professor at UC Riverside.

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Better Days

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