In a grove by the river
Landlord walks, counting
First fruits six months out &
Summons pruners to these rows, &
Directs water from this
River to supplement the rain
Oversees the cutting, helps
Stack limbs & fires off
Bonfires while
Mist moistens up the air &
Smoke drifts past willow’s
At the water’s edge
Blue heron flies
Out from an eddy as the tractor
Loudly makes its turn
Now fruit will grow
In larger when harvest
Finally comes
Landlord walks on
River bank & surveys what
He’s done