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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.