Augur Auger
Augur Auger
David J Walker
It was all in the spelling
Actually
An e here or a u there
And the foreshadowing’s
Changed in strange
Rearrangements
After all, as a young augur
What was I to the grain
Augered into the silo
And yet if a Crow cawed
From a barbed wire fence
My uncle would turn the pickup
Around
And head for town
Discussing the meaning in
A mid-morning
coffee shop séance
Where everyone partook of the
Smoke and the black liquid
Was it rain or death foretold
in the beak of the blackbird
Everyone had their own opinion
One farmer left saying
He was a Christian
And would have no part in
The dark discussion
He would see them in
Church on Sunday
And just as augured
Everyone went back
To his own filed
Gaging a yield in the
Formation of clouds
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2020
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