Abandoned hay rake resting
in the sycamores has not moved
in my lifetime, unless with silt
under floods that rose against them
when farming across the creek
didn’t pay. How long have they
danced, changing clothes, adding
and subtracting limbs, courting
the moment to begin again?
drycrikjournal 
This could have easily been one of my pictures!
Love it (naturally).
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