Agricola
Making dreams come true, is that what you really want to do?
Do the truth and live in a bucket of cattle hangman reservoir
stagnancies? National Geographic sent a photographer and
snapped shutter on greens and yellows, gray barn-board and
peeling white and red paint, and deep, deep bovine fecal stench.
Somebody intimated to me that the glint in the eye of that pheasant
on the ridge overlooking the leased groves’ tight sprawl might not have been the grandiloquent shuddering of gossamer nebulae I fancied, but I took it in stride. He has not ridden the Ferris Wheel, or tested the tear in Isis’ eye.