Picture windows peer into a valley quilted in corn
and pasture, Holsteins patched in the cool
black-and-white contentment found
on milk containers. Silos huddle by gambrel barns
and a maple-shaded milking parlor.
Unseen flies buzz a wide-lipped grain shovel and mud-
caked rubber boots beside a paint-peeling bottom-rotted
door. Manure and diesel exhaust pinch
the nostrils. Roaring tractor clatter consumes
birdsong and wind–sough.
Living the view is a man who thinks with his hands
and hasn’t time to peer through plate-glass. Fingers
gnarled like clods of freshly harrowed soil, he’s busy
planting fence posts, tedding hay, nursing a backhoe
with bad hydraulics.