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We listen from black vinyl bucket seats
Atop a puttering tractor.
Standing hay sighs slowly in the breeze.
Grasshoppers flick in the dry stems.
Hidden crickets raise an alarm
And grind into a higher gear
To match the tractor’s engine.
Cicadas in their perches
Count the rising temperature
With anxious screeches.
Gravel groans beneath hooves, tires, feet
And the cow’s tail swipes and slaps at gnats.
Oaks creak and stretch in the wind,
Their scorched leaves lazily clap.