golden oceans of corn sprawl on for miles
hide and go seek in husks of corn and corn
and corn
October clouds dancing now, gold and new
and God is big says grandma
on the front porch with lemons
God is big and you’ll know that
when you leave this dreadful place
with its October skies
and its cherry trees
shriveling to dust
you’ll know, she says, when you get to heaven
that there are bigger things than big corn fields
and me, I just stand there
kicking ’round dust
staring down with too-long hair, cut it
cut it now so you’ll look like a man, boy
so you’ll look like an honest-to-gosh man from Iowa
plowing through corn fields tall
with a John Deere tractor and a ball cap
with medals and scars and hard-to-chew steak
but me, now I’m 23
Chuck All Stars on my sad old feet
with two toes plum out
and my hair
ain’t cut it since ever
since grandma and her lemons
and her scorn
telling me
God’s so big you’ll never know
you, boy, with your girl hair and your torn shoes
with your raggedy clothes and your black face
you’ll never know you look like your grandpa
like that
all dirty and un-soaped and coarse
but I guess-she says-
I guess now you know
About Ryan Swofford:
Ryan Swofford currently edits the online literary magazine, Dumb Butt Mag. He has also had work published in various literary journals and magazines, including The Camel Saloon & The Legendary, among others. He is working on his first novel.
Grandma and her lemons! What a trouble these lemon women are. Thanks for the poem sir - most enjoyable.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mr. Greene! Much appreciated.
DeleteNicely done, Ryan. Enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mrs. Enochsson! I enjoy your poetry as well...congratulations with LUSH. Can't wait to peep at it.
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