We’ve never lived so close to farmers who plow through the
night, like just behind our house tonight
Sleep calls but curiosity gets us up to watch the
plowing, listen to the rise and fall of engine volume as the
tractor creaks, pings against rocks, kicks up dust
back and forth, slowing down, speeding up, using the
full moon’s bright light and the tractor’s own headlights and
it is after eleven o’clock
(from a May 19, 2016 experience)
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