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This poem could be about

August 12, 2013

This poem could be about
running through a corn field,
the thrill of a run with
thinking of absolutely
nothing else and enjoying
the privacy of the walls of
corn stalks on either side of him.

Or this poem could be about
him remembering the times
as a kid he ran through
corn fields while he shucks corn
for dinner and watches his
kids argue over a board game,
their hair still wet from their lake swim,
and he wonders how they will
respond to the back-and-forth
living arrangements after the
separation starts, and how
he will look back on this last
family vacation of all of them
together with bittersweet fondness.

Or this poem could be about
him waiting in line at the
farmer’s market, holding
a bag of a dozen ears of corn
and watching what he assumed
to be the farmer’s kids helping out:
one at the cashbox and two others
refilling produce on the tables
from boxes taken from the back
of the truck. As he waited, he
wondered what life would have
been like if he grew up on a farm
and continued the family business
with his own kids.

Or this poem could be about
the corn itself, starting small
and adjusting to the days of
blinding sun and some rainy
days of relief, and growing
tall and strong surrounded
by a community of friends.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. August 12, 2013 9:31 am


  2. August 14, 2013 12:42 am

    Just lots of smiles with this one…thanks it’s been a long day/

    • August 14, 2013 5:30 am

      I’m very glad to inspire the smiles — I hope your day settled down into enjoyable times.

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