Corn Fields Already Glue Themselves To a Yellowing Future
If you lean slightly left
while facing the sewage plant
then that view of Ohio
could be back in the 18th century,
there's even a long cabin
resurrected from somewhere else
and replanted here.
The Wright Brothers palatial home
is now maintained by the State,
the 'flyer' hangs in a museum
built upon an old Shawnee village.
The 'hood' nearby
litters itself and craps on the once
well-to-do houses;
it's enough to make an old Indian cry.
Time meanders around
an invisible clock face,
even the future
has one ox-cart wheel
stuck a rut,
while the other spins slowly on.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
