Wheat Field With Crows a field of yellow grief pressed by an iron sky-- pain applied impasto roads wind from nowhere to nothing—snipped short, blunt and abrupt, like cut rope and the crows coming in-- dark hinges dropping low over the troubled grain sinister wedges, black Vs scribbled beyond the horizon, stuttering to say your name and their rusty voices striking like clods of dirt-- mocking van caw, van caw No sunflowers flourish here. Richard Meyer This poem appeared in Richard Meyer's book, Orbital Paths (Science Thrillers Media, 2015.) Richard Meyer, recipient of the 2012 Robert Frost Farm Prize, lives in Mankato, MN. His book Orbital Paths was a silver medalist winner in the 2016 IBPA Benjamin Franklin Awards.
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