Harrow

The tractor hum and harrow whine
ruffles the cattle and starts the swine
I look askance at the rumbling trees
and through them see, a glimpse of me
and you on a bed azure lit
by the glow of a forgotten 80’s flick,
with a plot that we both eagerly miss
while entangled in each soft new kiss.

It seems longer than a lifetime now,
So distant from tractor, pig and cow,
and clods broken like a vow
underneath the harrow plow.

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