The Combine

By Avie Krauss

Red clings to you,
as you linger through.
Corn swallows you
while he mutters through.

The motors howl and growl
Dust sprawls onto you
but nights descend
like the Niagara Falls

I sit and watch
you the knight.
Has the birds take flight and
cows go home.
The yellow light clears our sight
but night still creeps along.

The pillows is the lap of my home.
The smell of midnight air falls the home.
For though my eyes start to droop.
When I wake, I know I'm home.

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