Barn In July
A bird caught in a current
is suspended between earth and sky
the barn’s tin roof tile, half removed, bangs against the beams
I stand facing the cool wind
as it brings dark clouds over the horizon
A thunder clap in the distance mocks our silence
the field is still being cut
I’m bemused as to why the farmhand
is still driving the tractor in circles
A droplet of rain flicks me on the cheek
the farmhand rushes to tow
a payload of grass below the barn
I stood outside the shelter of the barn
arms crossed like a patient lover
waiting out the storm
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nice play on words in the title
and the ending paints a feeling
I’m familiar with
So glad to see, hear, and smell this!