Horizon flushed
as her sun left,
hitting the field
hard in exit;
longer night falls
to cool warm sky,
Indian sun
soaked tired fields.
Cicada’s last
dog day swan song
hustles farmers
to beat first frost-
in rush of wings,
black birds fly low
picking over
corn combine’s dust.
Pink reflection
settles to soothe
the shorter day
summer left us.
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