Iron Thing

Iron thing

On the soft levy

Appearing overnight

To hook,

Lift,

And tear up----

Soon,

A big bucket

Will dig down,

Clanking,

Pistons and

Hydraulic arms,

Move forcefully

On segmented

Tracks,

Next to

Delicate

Riparian wild,

Vineyards and

Lowland marsh.

Below,

Yellow

Evening Primrose

Stand tall

Untouched

By the rise and fall

Of the big machine----

Metallic yellow

Harsh to

The color of the

Flowered being,

Is

Undeterred

By busy

Finches

At the gathering.