Picnics in the Corn
CLARITY: TRANSITION ELEMENTS | Moment One Hundred Forty-Eight
Near the corners of cornfields
where a tractor made a wide turn
when planting,
there were large openings,
perfect places to hide.
It didn’t take many rows
before you vanished
from the world.
My new step sister
liked to play “picnic” here.
A basket
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
Kool-Aid, lemonade, or sun tea.
any ratty blanket
from the house would do.
Just be sure to wear shoes
as last year’s stalks
were worse than sewing needles.
The sand was as hot as asphalt.
