Some fairy tale I must have entered
strolling down this gravel road,
the tall, straight cornstalks in this field
a million enchanted soldiers;
and somewhere, hidden in the woods,
a throng of grasshopper musicians,
gathered to play drone instruments.
Still more, crazed Russian dancers,
come leaping from the brush.
In response, across the way,
scores of graceful sunflowers
piroutte in the breeze
This poem previously appeared on The Daily Palette, website of the University of Iowa.
Used here with the author's permission.