As Grandma Used to Throw Up Her Hands and Exclaim

People don’t stop.
They’re like beavers,
Like bees and ants,
Like life like that.

The half-feral
Cow pasture where
Wild turkeys graze
With the mule deer

Has a new gouge
Along the edge
And a backhoe
Asleep in it.

Digging a ditch
To grow the pond
At meadow’s end,
Looks like. Good night!