Originally published in October 2000 in Pine Island Journal, now dug up, dusted off, and posted in response to the ” A Fool’s Paradise” prompt at: One Single Impression.
I want to have a farm he said
I want to make things grow
sun wind soil seed
the soft brown earth
the laugh-blue sky —
Backache was all I could answer,
Wheels against the barn
rimmed with rust
the fallen gutterspouts
and all the grey and ancient boards
made echoes of agreement in the air.