The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature

JD DeHart: “Coffee Cans”

Poetry

Coffee Cans

Smell of a coffee can
Shine of the metal interior
Reminds me of rains
At night, we would go out
Earth worms laying left and right

The key is not to shine
The flashlight directly
They will slip back into dirt

Grab, pull, drop into the can
For tomorrow’s fishing trip
My father and I.