Although
I've been writing poetry, I haven't shared anything in a while. I don't
know why that is. I guess mostly other things have been higher on the
list. I have several poems that I've not published, so I'll share two of my favorites.
Barefoot in fields
Barefoot in
fields
we planted
beans in crooked rows
dropped
pieces of potato in deep furrows.
Barefoot in
fields
we picked
okra and
pulled
corn, tied bunches of onion.
Barefoot in
fields
we laughed
at the thrill of a tire swing
cuddled
kittens in a hayloft
raced
bicycles over green clover.
Barefoot in
fields
we sang
songs to a truck radio
ate
tomatoes juicy red against green leaves
raced to
the end of a row.
Summer
freedom is city luxury;
farm girls
are early risers
sweat,
sinewy muscle, dirty nails.
loud whisperings
voices from another room
invisible
shadows filtering light
silent
except when they talk about me.
toasting glasses
kiss the edges of the inner circle
floating color
party dresses form a rainbow
silent
when they look my way.
laughing stories
tell tales of might have been
lies fill another room with excuses
silent invitations not for me.
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