rusted tractor tire

i sit on the back porch. drinking a warm can of beer. the field across the dirt road is dead. they cut the corn down last week. now there are just broken stalks. the wind hits them hard. they scrape against each other. it sounds like loose teeth in a jar. the landlord says he will pave it soon. put up a laundromat. i crush the aluminum can. throw it into the dirt. a skinny dog is out there. sniffing a rusted tractor tire. the wind blows again. the dead stems rattle.