CONTENT by Eva Lindenburg
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They come of age by late September
After a whole season’s work,
Soft and sweet and scarlet.
We sift through the ninety-yard run
Finding the fruit like stones amongst their withered shoots.
And we roll them into bins and count them for the market.
We cleave them to chunks with field knives,
And pass them round the back of the truck
And eat them off the rines
Spreading their white stony seeds by the headlands,
The juice streaming down our arms.
We eat in silence,
Resting our weary limbs as the shadows extend across the field
And the rosy light combs through the treetops,
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Poet Bio
Eva Lindenburg
(she/her)
I am from a small town in southern New England. After graduating high school, I was drifting, unsure of where to pivot as I entered emerging adulthood. I eventually found my footing in farming, and I worked at a small organic vegetable farm for two years before I decided I wanted to return to education. Last spring, I graduated as valedictorian with a degree in psychology, though I kept returning to the same farm to volunteer every week over the summers. Now, I am pursuing a PhD in psychology at a New England university. During breaks and when I have free time, I also play guitar and occasionally tour with a band.
