Poem: Farmland

This piece was published in 2013 in Burningword Literary Journal. I have it linked on my Poetry page, but it looks like you need an account on that website to see this now. So, here you go!

On the commute home
the clouds form a table
atop four grain silos,
each grand, different.

It reminds me of you.

The top of the table is
covered with papers:
marriage certificates,
manuscripts,
dissertations.

Beneath the table
grows the pile of rejections:
unworn house slippers,
discarded candy wrappers,
an album of pictures that
doesn’t belong to us.
A box of ashes teeters
on the edge of the table.

If it falls, will our life
have happened at all?

I pass beyond sight of the table, and
I remember that it is only clouds.
I forget them as I continue home.


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