The Cornfield

Caleb Gerdes
once, long ago

a cornfield, tall against

my eight year old frame

green against

my tan summer face

the tassels, like

the crown of lady liberty

sprouted against

the puffs framed in blue

cloaking the universe

i stood, bike, small

against my eight year old

body, sat, held between

my legs, barefoot, a crust

of scab gracing my knee.

the corn bowed

paying homage

to the eight year old

prince i pretend to be.

slowly, as princes cast

aside the crown

i layed the bike down

wandering into the subjects

crowned with tassels

as lady liberty.

Published by Caleb Gerdes

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