knew the road was wet
no obvious puddles
but the untrodden dirt
was dark with wet
the truck didn't care
and had no mind to stop
and the smooth road
was soon ruins
with ruts
swirling next to
fine green hairs
of the wheat field
in April
the geese hissed
at the disturbance
in passing
flapping and scuttling
until resolved to
nip at the green hairs
once again
their abundance was noted
doing too well
for themselves
like rats
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