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.