Grow Wheat

after Ivor

I’m walking —

                         This plate of aubergine forgives

                         as fruit does when cooked

                         into a hot cloud

To a farm — 

                         Wringing the words from 

                         our grubby fingers between meal 

                         & meal of soft food

To grow — 

                         I think still, we will disagree 

                         well. We will work on things 

                         & note them down

Wheat — 

                         I suppose love is gathered in

                         time & time before 

                         the weather turns, and I hope
                         still then.