A LESSON IN PLOWING

He would mark the turn-around
with a great splash of tobacco juice,
and wave,
as he reset his course.

Lying in the hot, green weeds,
I watched the furrows open.
Wavering, wet heat
swallowed the tractor tires
and shimmered up his back
leaving just a head,
floating,
on distant noise.

The far turn-around
was my cue.
Squinting downfield,
I made my guess,
ran to the spot,
and spat.

--Ronald Manning

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