Corn stalks
frayed and broken
I am woken to be with you
hand into the breeze
shaded from the sunlight
Want no more
for fair or faint attention
Strengthened, poured out
as the tree, surely shed believes
Two turns in the worn and token tarmac
two lines away to the horizon
far into late summer’s sunlight
Want no morefor fair or faint attention
lengthened, laid out
as the casket surely grieves
Bushels of the futures
fine grained
Dusk
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here