Today's poem is by Amorak Huey

Love Poem
       

To touch — to ask to be touched — it is everything. It is the world.

Every story that matters begins with two people on a farm
growing a life amid the kudzu vines.
What season is it? All of them. What weather? All.

There is a shed against the rain. A stove
against the cold. A garden in crooked rows.

Palms calloused from the hoe's caress.
To stay alive, like this, is work.
The man works. The woman works. Their children work.

When twilight rises and the tractor is out of gas, at last,
they turn to each other. They have spent their day

preparing for this moment. They do not know
what to say. They have been here all along. The moon rises.

The sky fills with honeysuckle.

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from Beloit Poetry Journal
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