Danvers, Illinois
by Richard Spilman
There were words
Straight as corn,
Simple to the tongue as corn,
Sentences seried like a field
In neat geometrics;
And there were moments
When the wind stopped
And the corn stood silent
And heat etched whorls
Like rolled glass above the road,
When we lifted our heads
And listened.
PHOTO: Illinois cornfield by Jason P. Ross, used by permission.
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