an astute farmer

lacking zero funds

daily deliveries, by hand

of nutrients known by all

his fields flourished

above and well beyond

his time became more precious

mechanics replaced his flesh

though external loss not palpable,

from adrift time with the Dust

the Field had lost its treasure

the then welcomed, now missing, touch

a song inside still stirring
time is making out each note
challenging more than one would think
living a story someone else wrote