A very slow look
At the work of industry..

While the pods were being gathered
The sire made his spirit brood…

The rays passed through the fingers
The sinews and nerves cajoled the flowing blood in the veins and saw the akin hue of it and clearest rays from upon the sky’s paper

The lover with her head upon her beloved’s brooding years

A very slow look
At the years of industry

The gathered pods
Rays through fingers
Yet, beautiful

A very slow look
At the years of industry!