By CL Bledsoe
The engine buzz was a never-ending giant
mosquito always hovering just behind my ear.
I had to hold the orange flag steady and high
so the duster could see it, but I also had to clear
out before he started laying down the insecticide.
He’d come in low and spray, and as soon
as I heard him dive, I’d move to the next rows
of soybeans. We hadn’t had time to plant the flags
to guide him, so we had to do it by hand. I was slow
the first pass and got showered with little white pellets.
Dad said it would make me grow a third arm and offered
me a beer to rinse the chemical taste from my mouth.