The Farmer's Field: Dedicated To Poet James Galvin

picking up his pen, cranking the motor every grass-plot ready to develop a field the Farmer jostles on, selecting fertile earth dust lazing up behind his ink-sower the sky a translucent tent over his head the visions he plants like coarse grain ready to sprout in the onlooker’s mind his machine treads parallel rows each line behaving like another his machine drops pale seeds each plant-speck a potential thought-harvest his machine turns at the earthy corners each boundary concise and defined his sowing done at this speckled dye-black field the Farmer turns his pen to another transforming the wild prairie into orderly stalks waving with whispered timbre