Alfalfa plants bear the weight of July heat by moving in the wind
             Twiggy, fine, raised veins, no safe spot to handle you
transferring the burden from cell to cell
             I worry I will break you in this struggle
across the expanse of a field that ends where the horizon flatlines
             Like death, like ease, this way you slip
and will give up disappearing, shimmer with heat,
             Into my life with eyes shut and your mouth
metallic. This sky and field can’t be unyoked, even at the edges
             A dark hole opening, howling a new cry about
a seam sewn smooth by the turning wheel of the seasons.
             A hurting I didn’t even know to heal