Into the corn by Gregory R SchelskeInto the corn we go,
hand in hand-
chasing maize,
chasing days.
You, on your tiptoes
and dress held high-
laughing,
freckles dancing
I just stand back,
admiring
watching
the sweet citrus sun
tackle you from behind.
Her golden fingers
wrapping you
holding you
warming you
Oh, how I wish it was me
05/07/2011 Posted on 05/08/2011 Copyright © 2024 Gregory R Schelske
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