Valley Life

dirt twirls and dances between the rows in slow curly q archs with the same meandering intensity of a lazy summer afternoon as the sun beats down leaving shimmering specks like a great photo voltaic pond slightly bending visual acuity in the process leaving behind a kind of dreamlike haze just as easily forgotten as remembered all this is the backdrop to the steady hum of the John Deer moving earth with an unhurried confidence one chunked plot of land at a time no more no less all the while the lone hawk looks on from its power line throne on the corner crisp apples are sold dipped in caramel and sold on a stick to the bouncing children energetic from the long car ride all is well in the central valley