The Solitary Farmer

 

bought semen from the catalogue

with colored pictures of sires—sturdy, 

promising, like portraits 

of Harvard men at the sperm bank.

He was most formal, wouldn’t talk

of inserting the insemination rod,

delivering the goods to the cow.

The farmer never married.

 

People wondered if he thought 

the real act would be a disappointment.

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                Published in Delmarva Review