by Chris Kobylinsky
Where the fading trail fizzled out,
Trills of unseen molted crickets
Pulsated in an enclosed field
Covered in prickly cornstalk stubs
And untamed successional growth.
A dome-less silo stood leaning
Slight like an old man ruminating over a chessboard.
Its depressed shadow loomed over
Congruent, parallel furrow-scars;
Its edifice was marred with rust.
Out of its decapitated
Neck, vines had accreted longer
Than Samson’s hair. As I took a
Curious step closer, a pair
Of crows, like discovered lovers,
Sprang up and out from behind some
Disorderly, shaggy bramble.
Trills of unseen molted crickets
Pulsated in an enclosed field
Covered in prickly cornstalk stubs
And untamed successional growth.
A dome-less silo stood leaning
Slight like an old man ruminating over a chessboard.
Its depressed shadow loomed over
Congruent, parallel furrow-scars;
Its edifice was marred with rust.
Out of its decapitated
Neck, vines had accreted longer
Than Samson’s hair. As I took a
Curious step closer, a pair
Of crows, like discovered lovers,
Sprang up and out from behind some
Disorderly, shaggy bramble.