Ronald Peat

Rookie - 75 Points (4/24/42 / California)

Rows On The Cob - Poem by Ronald Peat

Rows On The Cob

In the middle
of the corn rows
there is a whispering.

Heat — A dryness
without rain
fills an emptiness.

Dreams like stalks
reach upward
toward the sky

That dry knowing
is hidden beneath
every rock, clod.

© RH Peat 8/22/2010 4: 52am
form 4 tercets/ 12 lines.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 30, 2010

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