Shouldn’t we plant some corn?
It’s spring
Seeds and sun and rain
Just in time
Baked earth broken by stalks
Corn taller every day, ripening
Summer fruit
Standing still in sun sun sun
Dark wet day
Green organ of death
Harvests yellow flows of food
Let sweet darkness fall
Shouldn’t winter kill?
Me, I wouldn’t last long beneath the snow
But walking on it,
Under winter sun
I feel crunchy cover for a load of life
Waiting for a little more
Warmth
