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HAYFIELD NOON
A midday break from hauling hay
in summer heat that's here to stay
on this longest day of a hot year.
I wish a cloud would come this way.
An overheated crow flies by
through this oven of a sky.
He emits one desultory caw
which sounds barely worth the try.
In midst of field, a whirlwind blows.
The straw filled whirling dervish grows
lifting loose grass out of sight.
Another one of lunch-time's shows.