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When sunlight hits the higher points
and lower places are still in shadow,
two farmers harvest corn together.
One drives a pickup truck,
while the other follows alongside,
stripping ears off stalks
and tossing them into the truck bed.

On a telephone wire above the farmers,
a mourning dove coos for what’s lost,
for some unspecified thing that’s missing
The calls aren’t sad for the dove;
only for those who are listening,
for those of us who know what’s missing.
The sounds of the bird remind us.

  Thad Rutkowski