Monday, August 03, 2009


Photo by S. Auberle
planted corn this year
three rows in hard ground
deer and raccoon had their way with it
and crow and drought
and only a few seeds survived
they weren't meant to be a crop
(just) beings of beauty
now the graceful stalks
lift skyward, further each day
their slender arms a prayer
to old gods
i think of the Hopi
how in that arid land
each stalk of corn is sacred
tended like a child
and i thank these survivors
bring them extra water
listen, with them
to the southwest wind
whispering grow...
~ mimi


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