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One friend did a bunch of research and time-stitching to get the beginnings of my disability paperwork filled out. Nicholas sent me some money so I can lay in straw and feed for part of the winter. Josh came up and helped (well, mostly did) cover the greenhouse (which has been sitting uncovered all summer) and the woodshed with greenhouse plastic and wiggle wire (which is magic). My doctor called me from her office at 8:30 at night before she left for the weekend to make sure my paperwork was done in time. Tucker split and stacked a ton of firewood (several tons, actually, in a literal sense) and is coming up to help my appointment in Dec.

I'm not just alive through the hands of these people. I'm happy.

September 6th

This year the season turns
Muddy yellow
The close sluggish sky a reminder of
Fires past
Fires to come
I clean the chimney
And sweep the ashes
In a haze of smoke
All the way up
Up
Into the sky
There is no sky
Just smoke and smoke

In the basement I stack wood
Fuel for future fires
Fires for tomorrow
And for everyday thereafter
And after
And after

Fires for the death of trees
Fires for warmth
Fires for smoke
To block our vision
Of the coming fall