Next To Sorghum Cane Poem by Chris Schleier, Jr.

Next to sorghum cane
I dance with my love
and look up.

The autumnal breeze
Pushes her into my chest a little.
We giggle softly.
Our eyes sway romantically in unison,
and I remember
what's happening above us.
I point up.
She looks
and I feel her heart flutter.
The midnight sky
is blanketed in comets
with fire tails
igniting the River of Heaven.
And, when she turns around for another embrace,
for a second
she can't find me.
But, that's only because
I'm in the dirt and leaves
on one knee.