Hand on Stalks (9-18-2018)

Driving the breezes

Touching green pastures

The golden cornhusks

Farming old masters.

The breeze conceals

Thy smile widens

Thy heart pounding

The radio bounding.

Life is good

They say softly

Life is good

Never be sorry.

I race asphalt

The lines passing

The husks' abundance

The suns' shining.

No time estimates

No worldly cares

Thy song playing

Humidity in hair.

I caress love

I embrace memories

I touched souls

With golden wavering.