June

Cows grazing in a dry field / Photo by Joshua Wait

The sky is worn out.
It has become grey around the edges.

Green is a faint memory
and the hills long for rain.  

Spring is passing into a swollen tide of yellow,
and soon, brown.

Remnants of barns, exhausted,
have collapsed upon themselves.

Cattle graze in crisscross patterns
on shelves of vanishing grass

without thought of fall or winter.

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