Old barn on Pattern Track
This rusting rotting drive shaft slumping into the mud
with the odd angle of things falling apart.
Limestone wall cumbling
to the sputtering fluttering flapping of a yellow tractor
with the fly wheel making that whir
with JJ painted black on the backhoe
where Stephen D's barn has fallen to the wind from ‘82
gray boards scattered shattered around my seat
on the once squared sandstone roughed and sinking.
Boss hooded in blue -
head bent to a cell phone too small for talking
- standing in a field of the three-day stubble of last year’s corn.