Tuesday, August 6, 2013

365 Poems: Indiana Monday night

Day 218

Cornfield bumpers, oak tree security guard, a muddy grass parking lot.

A cobbled-together softball team, winners and losers, heading home for the night, goodgamegoodgamegoodgame.

Field corn stretching to the railroad tracks, the quiet woods beyond.

Between the soybeans and clouds, a sunset trying to bust out.

A sea of soybeans, a Hoosier farm island.

A change of filter, and can you tell? Did I take this in 2013, or 1953?

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