a dead moth

the radiator hissed and i pulled over. it was just a dirt shoulder. the mud was baked solid. huge tractor treads were gouged into the earth. the corn was already gone. they stripped it down to ugly yellow stubs. a dog barked a long way off. i sat on the hood and drank a lukewarm beer. the metal was hot through my jeans. i stared at the heavy tire tracks. a crow dropped down into the rut. it started pecking at a dead moth.