A big S curve marks the road
swooping through fields on
either side, green lines flowing,
crops just showing, between
different farmers fields.
At some time they were friends
then the need for transport felled
their mutual repose. Neither would
give a step, so between and
around them it had to go.
Still it is a warm set of curves
that forces us to slow and smile
as we pass through. Even adversaries
can produce things of beauty