Crow Over Corn
o you the most forlorn of all
where are the doors that let you in
I want them hidden chained locked forever
I have driven aimlessly in hope to see the sun dissolve before me
it refuses to do so
lost on a narrow road it comes to an unlooked for circle
a gate with sharp wire a thrush sits stares
barely flies into churning august trees beaten by
a cursed heat
a longing song on the radio of my emotions plays and plays
can a body stop being a body I ask
the air becomes voices over voices a maddening chatter
shattering like hammer to glass
the boy in me runs for home
I never meant for it to be like this
the leaving road narrows more
crow
rowing
over
corn
JPPestana Crow Over Corn 6.5.2022
