a Kansas farmer—
on his weather-beaten face
furrows fill with tears
Bushels
bushels of plums—
the joy of abundance
from her orchard
Joy
at an old friend’s house
the joy of leftover soup
as we share supper
Foxes
what the foxes know
in their fur and fangs and bones—
feral purity
Planting
the children of God
planting seeds of peace, not war—
a fruitful garden
Pond
thunderclap
just before the frog
jumps in
