Ephemeral benison
the morning light
paints the top of the maize field
turns it from banal green
to bright shiny gold
as the great sky soars
The sky moves again
the magic is dulled
in an instant.


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2 Responses to Caprice

  1. Ron. says:

    Here in Corntown (what you might call Maizeville), I have witnessed this phenomenon many times.


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