Very few farmers
mourn this last act
of winter. They look
ahead to a new play
still in rehearsal that
they hope will have
a long summer run.
But for now, prima donna
winds steal the show,
forcing everything else
offstage. The wheat planted
last fall and still
reduced to being spectators,
wait with stage fright
and muffled heartbeats
for their chance
to show off their lines,
steal the show as if on cue.
“Closing Night” was printed in Breaking Curfew, No. 4 of Inwood Indiana. Pick up the paperback from Prolific Press; the stories and poems published online are free to read here.
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