- Leo Dangel
(Old Man Brunner Country, 65)
In that hazy stillness
Between summer and fall,
They say you can hear
Corn grow. Leaves stir
And sing a whispering song.
I look over my field
And want to conduct
My million-stalk chorus.
I could wave my arms
Like a lunatic-louder,
Louder, you bastards,
I still owe the bank
For your seed.
I listen again as leaves
Flutter down the rows.
Maybe each stalk sings
Its own growing song,
As I sing mine, or maybe
It's only the wind.
[Note: Originally posted in November 2007.]
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