Rogue Corn

My fav event as harvest season approaches

is the rough seed that escaped the plots.

If  there’s a cornfield adjacent to another bed

of   vegetables, you can count on imperfection,

you can see stalks standing where they’re

not supposed to be, the winds have ideas,

seeds who choose wildness, here they are,

with red potatoes, alfalfa, peas, sunflowers,

they look pleased w/  themselves, outfoxing

clever farmers, making it to the unplanned

ground where nobody is around, recovering

where the amiable dirt will welcome them.

Seeds are so fun and determined,

there’s no concept of  liberty, no need for it,

guaranteed if   I were a seedling I’d abstain,

you know I would, I’d find a way to renounce

what’s expected of  my common name,

gliding over the roads until a dream takes root