Something caught my eye on the way home from an appointment this morning

Plough

Grey crusts and clods of earth

Crack

Turn rich and rusty brown

In the furrowed wake

Of the plough

Breaking waves

Of stones and twisted roots

Distort the parallels

Of tractor wheels

That stretch to the horizon

Surfed by gulls and crows

Diving and pillaging

The farmer’s

Carefully crafted rows

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