a humming

wrestling bundles of
stripped and cut sorghum cane
from the patches of dried foxtail
they rest in
_______

cherie’s deep/bright orange hair
against her dark purple shirt
under missouri sun
atop a tractor wagon piled
with the weight of cane
_______

whir/gear rhythm of the winnower
as i turn the crank that generates
drafts of air
designed to lift the chaff up and out
while seeds fall down the chute
_______

thank you with a heart
written in my cursive on a
corn husk in sharpie
_______

the operatic sounds that escape me
after post-frisbee pond jump in response
to the cold
not sure there is a name for the edge
where warm skin and cold water collide
but there is no doubt it is magic
shocking my blood into a humming
_______

sunset strip cynthia and tyler joke
about the gravel back road we encounter
each other on where the western horizon
reveals itself burning autumn red between
stands of trees
_______

cynthia points out then imitates
the pre-call shriek
of the barred owl
piercing like a needle pulled
through cloudswirls of sunset sky
_______

puck on the couch
book open
under glow of overhead lamp
calls this harvest
this return
a nostalgia

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