A gull swoops and hovers overhead as a
warm west wind whips a sea of soybeans
turning leaves over to whitecaps.
Cornfields ripple green and gold,
tassels rolling in waves across the field.
Flocks follow a tractor and I remember
Grandpa driving that old John Deere
shoulders hunched against November wind
turning up waves of black dirt
seagulls swooping after him.