Coffee Sleeve Stories


By Steve Rubinstein

You find yourself

standing at field’s edge

looking back over summer

as though it were a season

not a lifetime carried out

in one riotous leap of faith.

From hope to flowering fruit

from seed back to soil;

two false leaves emerge

upward, outward, inward

downward and home again.

You find yourself standing

lose yourself walking

rows between rows in rain

running down raised beds

pooling for a day then gone.

So, this is how you grow

raising yourself up

aching knees in muddy loess

toward intangible sky

without night without end.

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