Sunday, October 20, 2013

Driving Iowa 163

The horizon: corn fields
always corn fields stretching
brown unending waves
of brown waves waiting
patiently for the sounds
of harvest waves rolling                                       
rolling toward each other
because nothing
else is left I sail on waves
not feeling the waves
the leaves brown
and brittle tear at my skin.


Anonymous said...

there is nothing like a field of corn
to stir this midwest girl's fond dreams

David Rupert said...

I love the ocean imagery... Would have never thought that way