Poem - “Zona”
My work piles up,
I falter with disease.
Time rushes toward me –
it has no brakes. Still,
the radishes are good this year.
Run them through butter,
add a little salt.
“Zona” from Dead Man’s Float. Copyright © 2016 by Jim Harrison. Reprinted with permission of Copper Canyon Press. See coppercanyonpress.org.