Aging arms splotched with purple and red signs of tangling with jagged dead branches reach for a copy of Ted Kooser's * Flying at Night . Pages flip for a stop here and there to read _Sunset, Carp and _Spring Plowing
Envy swells inside him with the realization that he will never write such fine poems about memories of childhood adventures
Like Kooser he was reared living rural among tiger lilies blooming in meadows, amid newborn calves teetering toward first steps, and around freshly spread manure capturing the scent of fall air
His fingers still grimy from early morning planting place the volume carefully beside his empty coffee cup content that he is blessed to have discovered Kooser's work
He rises to tackle digging potholes for double begonias to decorate his yard and to dream his dream of pages unread. and pages unwritten.
*http://tedkooser.net/, Ted Kooser, The United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004 - 2006