At harvest time in mid-August, a tractor doing winter
plowing on the upslanting field on which they didn't
sow anything this spring, a sound and a shape moving
purposefully across the hours like doing its part
in feeding us, even if the coming spring again sees
no seed but that of grasses and weeds, wildflowers
cut down blowing in mid-Summer.
14.08.2024
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