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April in May
busy with cattle,
calves and auction yards—

visiting with solid souls
beneath faces worn outdoors
that follow the stuttering

monotone of auctioneers,
all-day waiting
for bulls too late to brand

in March to sell,
the garden blooms
without me:

peppers and squash,
tendrils of cucumbers
reach for support,

onions bow,
eggplants open arms
as the tomatoes wait

for heat to color
hard green globes.
Eight hundred pounds

without the red iron,
rope or vaccinations—
growing without me.