lost & found in flyover country

mostly poems. published weekly.

Fair Trade

One of my customers paid for her lunch today with a bunch of dried mint from her garden, a jar of homemade bread & butter pickles, and some of her luscious not-too-sweet peach jam. I’m kinda feeling like the country doctor here. Kinda liking it, too.

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