Getting Hucked

I worked all summer in Idaho
up around Cour d’Alene
restaurant work, crazy hours
feeding farmhands
and truckers, mostly

Everybody was talking about
crazy about huckleberries
Huckleberry this, huckleberry that
huckleberries in everything
jam, pancakes, syrup, pies
everything

We had this joke
walk into work in the morning
you didn’t have to touch a counter or anything
and there would be a big
huckleberry streak on your arm
We called it getting hucked

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