THE FIELD GUIDE PROJECT: LONG LANE FARM

WORDS: NICK MARTINO
IMAGE: WILL RUSSACK

LONG LANE FARM

Radishes, turnips, squash blossoms and the still-living bees
In their paper lanterns, the goldenrod assembling

Two cigarettes outside of campus. It used to be
A penitentiary for girls. "The Connecticut School
For Friendless Girls." They kept cows and milked them
On better days went strawberry picking down by the road

That I walked, heat-seeking, recklessly alone, my heart
Balanced on my hips. It was autumn, and everywhere

Rusting off the branches. In the lot two men
Sold pumpkins out the back of a pickup,
Checkered and handsome, shirts rolled up
To their elbows, turning as a yellow school bus

Passed beneath an intuition of the Vidalia moon. You
Approached me, mineral and simply dressed,
Of winter arms. That night I rewound
The exact moment in my head, my milling through

That sky-tall light, your smile-sapling, sending,
The yellow school bus passing, gone.