Farmer’s delight

A crown of smoke
rises between
the few beans sprouted.
And grey silos
dripped in faded words.

Nearby, a muted dance
takes place –
by a lazy stream.
And in an hour, maybe –
we will all
interrogate the dark.

Or nourish the fire ants,
and dream once more –
of prairies and horizons

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