The grizzly tractor grunts with throttle open wide.
Dutifully drags the plow, chewing gullies, slicing worms.
Open earth swarms with a thousand gulls.
Rusty shares groan with mud.
The farmer curses his own bad judgement.
Overhead a gauzy cloud stretches out
softening the heat of high noon.
His jostling thighs slap against the seat
like a tambourine with a soggy beat.
Sweat seeps from his back where
vinyl rubs on creeping, clumping underwear.
His muffled Timex tries to tick an optimistic beat
but he simply cannot hear.