John Deer RSVP

John Deere  RSVP

A moment to write, while the dough is rising

before I slip under the quilt awaiting the next cock a doodle do.

Friend,  saying I do meant I do I do I do.

So forgive my not making your wedding next month

when this belly will become  another  baby

unless it’s late.  Like this year’s corn

 owed to our neighbor in trade for the tractor.

 His steel for our kernels.

Dear one, today I’d trade all my crops to see you say you do.

Today, I’d trade all my crops to see you well.

And as for the dough, I punch, I shape, I wait.