that's what I love about a rumschpringe

An Hour of Optimism, when figuring


[everything]


out tastes like ice cream when i need it


the most and i am excited to become


the bohemian image of a burlap skirt


and cotton headscarf, holding baby


in crook of arm, feeding bulging bellies


one-handed


[scattering feed for the chicks]


indicating with nods and words and smiles


how to work the well


Come children, Come!


The world is a better place, and how


did we end up here?