“What we sow”
Everyone knows
we reap
what we
sow
except
when the
sparrows
find your
baby lettuces
the robin
eats your peas
or the landlord
sells your home
in June
And then
there are
the gifts –
who sowed
the salmon
the rain
the sudden insight
or spontaneous healing
Not me
We reap
what we
sow
Thank god
it isn’t
always
true
(Written for the Linnaea Harvest Festival 2012)
© Justice Schanfarber
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