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Two poems by kimberly Peterson:
Corn silk
I‘ve buried memories of you
amid ordered rows of jaundiced corn stalks,
barren honour guards to our fertile past.
Bliss has slipped through my fingers
as fragile as wisps of corn silk
buoyed by a summer breeze.
Savory days once collected
kernel after kernel swaddled together,
suckled on a ripening cob.
Your regressed to stillborn jealousy
yanked the husk off,
a handful of hair,
stripped every kernel,
a mouthful of broken teeth
leaving me a naked cob rotting
to bruised grey
I need to plough the corn stalks under,
leave the field fallow awhile.
plant soybean instead.