33 Miles from Waco and
Dallas behind Me
These fields are yellow – burnt
for crops – I see the low rows
and then, high fields of corn
in their leafy suits – and trees
spaced just enough apart –
enough for light to enter
enough for light to flood
-- and the houses eating the long
grasses – and the golden tops
of cornfields – and their edges
are green among the waves
their staffs make.
Marian Haddad
Posted over on Writer's Garret
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