Farm Bolts

Horses bolt
At thunder from a bolt
Of lightning which an old neighbour
Thought shook the soil
Enough to loosen it.
A rusty bolt under the torch
Moves enough,
Swells as if metal fears
Hellfire and gives up with a jolt.
It will go if it will start
But that's the part that's tough.
An old mule deer horn molt
Hangs over the porch,
The canola bolts up
To make its oil,
New potatoes boil.
Loosen a few bolts
And it all comes apart.