Wooden fence posts die,
hauled away with their three-strand barb wire and
their porcelain electric fence insulators and
their hollow insides where bluebirds nested.
Cornfields march across quarter sections,
eating abandoned pastures.
In town, the drug stores close.
Groceries, too, leaving
empty storefronts and thrifts on Main Street and
Walmart sprawling over the old Johnson farm
at the edge of town.