ars georgica

the farm’s success lies in the fact that the corn
isn’t planted in the pigpens and the cows don’t
fertilize the vegetable garden during the growing
season—unless it is and they do. this, if so, because
there is a farmer, who—taking note of other farmers’
successes—arranges her barns and furrows in patterns
that coax animals to thrive and crops to flourish. and who,
in the proper time, chooses to be                               audacious,

                   quixotic,

                                 destructive. what

do you get when you cross

                            a laying hen with a tractor-pulled

plow?                                     a field of scrambled eggs.


         a loud, transgressive nest.