On the Fence

On the Fence

Protecting land

corn farm alternating soybean fields

a son more worried

about not being wrong

than being right.


Hiding feeling behind earthquakes

clouds in the mind

small disruptions

smeared red and blurred

confusion runs

blushing angry

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

loamy soil

worm droppings and flower petals

too deep to untangle.

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