Somewhere in Your Oklahoma
by Michael FaradaySomewhere in your Oklahoma
I see fields of wheat and toils of sweat
arms and legs tanned
inked on images creased
on brow and corners
of well seen days,
your lips grin
with dry-eyed yesterdays.
He's in you, you know
when he would walk and talk
picking brain stones from the furrows
it's you now
the child collecting memories
these days it's hard on the joints
remembering.
You see through green lenses
the Spring Wheat growing,
as it always does
fertile ground not forsaken
living in his eyes and memories
and now yours
more than ever.
04/25/2006
