as in the weather
& the rumbling planks
from the bridges of madison county
the sun has that constant haze
never seeming to set
draping above tree tops
motionless against the corn rows
desperate as emotions
as when love goes searching
coming up with another
forever stained half-full coffee cup
tractors grunt like draft horses
decades before them
and for every silo full
an empty heart plowed under
--- e b bortz
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