hey now

stop cowering under

barley rows and hiding

in the rye

no escaping into wheat

and corn

leave that for the birds

the mind’s

pastures harvested

soon will sleep for the

moon will too

plump again for the last

time and

leave you to the birds

as the husks dry

the worm reminds

that fruit is sweetest

before it dies

as kids

my brother and i

ran barefoot through the

corn

unafraid of what the crow had

known and

left us to the birds

hey now

stop cowering under

barley rows and hiding

in the rye

no escaping into wheat

and corn

leave that for the birds

as the husks dry

the worm reminds

that fruit is sweetest

before it dies

bhagiti 10.1.07 perrysburg, oh