Michael Meyerhofer

Leaving Iowa - Poem by Michael Meyerhofer

Forget the wrestlers with quick-
silver torsos and Spartan shoulders,

the sheen of cornstalks like secrets
wrapped in green evening gowns,

sunsets that forgive our clichés
of spilled oxblood and lavender,

lakes where marijuana grows wild
between farm-towns called Osage

or Sioux City after the lost tribes,
teenagers swimming by moonlight.

Forget the impossible darkness
of freshly plowed soil, the heat

from the blacktop along 218,
fields of turnips and bell peppers

and petunias, each seed pulling
a different memory from the earth.

Forget too the full-breasted farm
girl blinking purple-tinted contacts

while she wipes each watermelon
at the fruit stand—just another one

wishing she were somewhere else.

Comments about Leaving Iowa by Michael Meyerhofer

  • (3/16/2006 10:33:00 AM)

    But you make Iowa sound so nice! But I've been to Iowa, and I'd rather see the brochure than go there again.

    Love your poetry, by the way ;)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 24, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, November 14, 2005

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