hey now
stop cowering under
barley rows and hiding
in the rye
no escaping into wheat
and corn
leave that for the birds
the mind’s
pastures harvested
soon will sleep for the
moon will too
plump again for the last
time and
leave you to the birds
as the husks dry
the worm reminds
that fruit is sweetest
before it dies
as kids
my brother and i
ran barefoot through the
corn
unafraid of what the crow had
known and
left us to the birds
hey now
stop cowering under
barley rows and hiding
in the rye
no escaping into wheat
and corn
leave that for the birds
as the husks dry
the worm reminds
that fruit is sweetest
before it dies
bhagiti 10.1.07 perrysburg, oh
