Tractor Pull

This evening, upon waking, I saw saying, «I'm going to a tractor pull.»
And I didn’t understand. Outside, it was dusk enough to make things invisible
And I heard a car swerve as it skinned the elbow of an ugly child
It didn’t make the news, though I did wonder how hard it would be for a tractor
to skin anything
No matter how impulsive it was on the open fields
It was an hour before I fell asleep again and dreamed I was on a soggy bed
While Mom ironed linen curtains in the other room, saying:
«Isn't it awful here with all the heat and the fever blisters and no trees to
block the tumbleweeds
From coming in the windows?»
I looked up at the open prairie skies and all its stillness and I forgot that
the TV was silent
Letting us remember all the loud colors of the world