Tenacity in a Midwestern Cornfield

On the wires crows sing their funeral dirge as the
Land below them drains its last movement.
The flatness of the geography mocks the mind with
Its barren drought, its shriveled cornstalks
Collapsing under the heat of errors. Past mistakes
Shake their heads via zigzag motions in the enduring air;
Inspiration is a wasteland here, sapped as
Moisture by the already-dying soil as if failure
Is further needed
To prove to this withering thinking-place that giving up doesn't cease with
Surrender, endings differ
From ends. But the scenery crackles with just
One glance, the corn only have the memory
Of yellowing ideas long past gone
To grow for. And isn't that enough?
Continuing to wait
When the waiting has already left you,
Keeping up with something in a
Field of nothing.
Standing guard at the doorway -
Until you catch up with changing
And the change catches up with you.

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Biography

I am currently a student at Ohio State University majoring in Nursing. I have published poetry in The Columbus Dispatch, The Lancaster Eagle-Gazette, and Thunder Sandwich magazine. I live in Columbus, Ohio.