after “The White Horse” by Yasunari Kawabata In the low light…
The soil is blackened with years of the north farm’s manure.
Speckled green lifts from the unseen
white flecks of lettuce
seed sown weeks earlier.
Faith. Hope. Charity.
The large words of religion
tangle with this mundane mix
of sunshine and cow shit, rain,
and the discipline
to do, and wait.