Highway Of Wheat. Poem by Lazarus Knix

Under a strip of moonlight,
Which divides a highway of wheat
With it’s persistent candled glow,
Sits a place where I once lived.

Now I have turned 18
And all I hear are hurried “go‘s”
Yet I don’t yearn for going-
My heart thirsts for a home.

I see the curves and lips
Of womanhood in my peers, ah-
Their eyes soften into rivers
Their tongues fork into snakes

Student’s scurry like mice
“This university, or that? ”
Autumn’s breeze scatters leaves away-
As I cling to my heart.

Under a strip of moonlight
Which divides a highway of wheat
With it’s persistent, candled glow
Sits a place that has gone.