Sleeping with The Frequencies Tonight

Couple days ago Catherine mentioned Noah's 96.9 radio poem. She posted the last few lines. The first few lines give me that fish-flopping-in-the-belly feeling:

"I was taking down the tomato plants in my plaid shirt & I
was loosening a knot & listening to the radio in October &
I was in love with Rochester where the homestead had a
wood stove & the radio anchored the rain & mourned for
the passing vegetables & the pines grew taller every year
where we were tethered to the stakes & worried if the wood
would run out"

Yes yes I know. & all those ampersands I'm in love.