I saw the brown-skinned workers br bent double, seeding the fields br of the San Juaquin Valley in the greening spring, br and I knew br br that they were seeding more br than little, brown plants-to-be, br br they were seeding themselves, br as we all seed ourselves, br and their lives br will come up in a harvest br br that scatters its own br seeds in the wind br br to be reborn br as many times br as the number br of seeds br they have sownbr br Max Reifbr br