Farmers Have Gone
by Joanna M. Weston
they left the land
to ox-eye daisies
buttercups, wheat-grass
and white-tail deer
they left fields
to be cut by roads
invaded by thistles
curious foxes
and gopher legions
they left the fret
of canola and debt
to live in suburban shacks
to gaze at horizons
and watch the sun burn
their bankrupt land