Danvers, Illinois by Richard Spilman

There were words

straight as corn,

simple to the tongue as corn,

sentences seried like a field

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.

reprinted with permission from the author

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