Childhood memories. When the north woods property was sold, the burros were sold, the buildings were sold. In my memory Joe still lives down the road, and bear meat tastes sweet.
We fed the burros
Melon rinds
Corn cobs.
Joe Frings
Lived down the road,
Fed the burros
Hay and oats,
Cleaned the stalls,
Spit tobacco.
His front teeth
Were brown.
Joe told us
He shot a bear
Once.
Nothing like bear meat
It’s sweet
He said.
Mostly
As far as we knew
He fed the burros.
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