Nobody seems to like him much,
though after an attack of the heart
some slack is granted;
daughter tough as nails,
though some pierce the veneer
from time to tale.

Life sometimes works out this way,
leaving us defenseless
and knowing it, ever ready
to shadow box demons
of our own making, unaware;

yet just this morning I flagged
tractor and driver while
raising hand in greeting,
not having met the man
and, supplementing lambs and ewes
nutritious bounty from my garden,
unthinkingly left detritus in his field,
unscalable fence;

saying sorry, why, how,
please throw it back
into my considerable pile
of the large and rot worthy;

he rewards with broadened smile
creasing corners of mouth and eyes,
offering his own field as repository
for the entire mulch heap and more,
anytime, anytime;
inflating my heart to bursting
for the simple love of humanity.

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