On the Fence
corn farm alternating soybean fields
a son more worried
about not being wrong
than being right.
Hiding feeling behind earthquakes
clouds in the mind
smeared red and blurred
into a wall.
Some people lay dormant for one hundred years
before blooming again.
Like larger questions, the spindly shoots
are tightly wrapped with last year’s harvest
worm droppings and flower petals
too deep to untangle.