by Jim Farfaglia
The City Farmer
On drowsy winter days
he sits with his hope,
flipping through catalogues,
imagining page after colorful page
filling the brown space lying in wait.
When spring arrives
he stops a moment in grocery stores
to turn a seed-filled carousel,
letting thoughts of homegrown goodness
circle through his mind.
Finally, with summer fast approaching,
he digs shovel after shovelful,
each row engrained with possibility,
each proudly marked by a stick,
with its empty seed-pack waving like a flag:
tiny pledges to the world
– and to himself –
of why it is
he farms his dreams.