Midwest Farmer

by on May 7, 2021 :: 0 comments

Her eyes so sapphire
I wanted them for a ring
not that I would gouge
them out, dry them,
and dim their luster
but that they may live
on my finger
staring corn-flower blue
forever
(in a little house)
on the prairie.

editors note:

An unsung subsidy. – mh clay

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