209 Spring corn

Posted on February 4, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Just now popping out,
rows of green shoots,
new corn stalks,
inches high,
ripple past as I
drive by a early seeded field.
On this road, this view,
perpendicular, green lines are clear.
But, as I turn a corner,
take a dirt road parallel,
the corn row order
disintergrates into a blurring
green leaf, black mud, gray rock chaos.
What to I prefer?
A whole new perspective from a
simple left turn.

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