The Work-Around

Some days I am brimmed

with creaks and clankety joints

like the rusty tractor foundered in the field

across my road, streaky metal

and mud, trembling skeleton

long scatted to the bone-

yard. The farmer plows around

it with his slick John Deere – sits

up proud as sin, engine shouting

while he detours around the crackled

machine thrawn among weeds, a

reason to detour

and too much trouble

to tow aside.

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