Symphony in Farm Country

A poem for late evening

Photo by Philippe Bout on Unsplash

Chirping of crickets, pizzicato,
Plaintive in the grass;
Distant, raucous lowing,
Diminished sevenths of restless cows;
And a continuo of cicadas
But in percussion, some instrument
Jingling interminably on a single note,
Minimalism in forte;
Crescendo of a farm truck, deep bass
Vibrations of earth and rubber,
Never rising above
F clef, fading into the night.
In its wake, the little…

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