Prairie Poetry   
  Afternoon Heavy with the Closeness of Rain

Clouds churn and climb
On each others shoulders
Out on the western edge
Just beyond the tree line.

Deep throated grumbles combine
With flicking wires of lightning,
Glowing, stabbing at the ground.
Corn rows dance to hot puffs of wind.

One more pass down the field
On this old tractor.
My day is nearly done.
I can see the barn from here.

  Brooks Carver
  Copyright © 2006 Brooks Carver
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