Carrots twisted and knurled
Hands cognizant of the garden’s needs caress them.
Face weathered and heavy
Gazes upon then in quiet rapture
A model T in the time of Chevy Cavaliers
He talks of old times
With a fondness in his voice
Stories of remembered loves and losses
A smile breaks free from his craggy furrows
Within those spotless blue eyes
Childhood gleams faintly
“Two hundred and ninety fice dollars” what I paid
Dark green with a black leather seat
I stood there among the bright green shoots
In the heavily tilled soil so much like his face
He needed to talk, to remember
Dropping the earth’s bounty into a wrinkles paper bag
His eyes ran my thoughts
I’m an infant in wonder to his experiences
To his memories
Raspy words from a soothing soul
Harvard Bean dies a month later
The carrots with him
Ninety nine years of memories
Me, a child to his thoughts
I remember Harvard Bean
A carat of simplicity
In this world of cavaliers
The Journey of a thousand miles 