Steve woke in the petitioned Eden morning, drove
The truck to Riverton, returned with the tiller,
Pitched the plot with dung, alarmed the machine,
And for three hours toiled the earth to garden
While we spaded out parables of stone.
After lunch, he wished his own golden height into
Four rows of corn, as Katrina leaned tomatoes
In shady craters, and the rest of us set squash
In hills, lettuce in lines, and sowed pinks – to adorn
Belief that beauty still swells under this May sun.
When it was all done, he turned a smile that bound
The hearts of all his family into one.
A sprinkler began the patient watering.
A righteous man is a tree by a river.
(Provo, Utah, May 1982)
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