Love Letter to a Dairy Farmer This year was supposed to be a good one. Finally. And now the virus closes restaurants, schools, the big customers. Heartbreak is the sound in drains – a fresh tide rushing across tiles and concrete from Idaho to Maine, from farm to farm 15,000 gallons a day. And somewhere, all of it is wanted. All of it is needed. This year was supposed to be a good one. Finally. What I want to say is how essential you are. You deserve Cole Porter lyrics. You deserve a serenade and decent prices every day. No matter where milk or the voluptuous power of butter lands – refrigerators in motorhomes, houses, skyscraper cantinas, in every coffeeshop in every time zone. This year was supposed to be a good one. Finally. Udders don’t shut off like faucets. Bills don’t disappear. For generations, on schedule, stanchioned cows bring it like miners above ground. Fears and hopes lift like Jersey eyelashes, like Holstein belly-sighs. Nothing is abstract. Farmers know. What I want to say is thank you every year. And may this one come to be what it’s supposed to be. Finally. Click on the file below to listen to Katy reading her poem ![]()
![]() Katy Giebenhain is an ex-expatriate poet living in Pennsylvania. She is the author of Sharps Cabaret (Mercer University Press).
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