Poetry Xtras » "Night In Iowa" by Deborah Ager

The small Iowa town where I lived was home to one of the largest cattle markets in the state. Every Wednesday, I'd hear the rattle of the Amish buggies headed home and the lowing of cows from their stalls in the cattle market. Thursday morning is when the cows were sold and Main Street would be jammed with pickups and men in quilted synthetic overalls.