2 December 2004 | Vol. 4, No. 4
Out There in the Dead Corn:
someone's horse. A loose horse.
Whose horse? Maybe a favorite.
Am I from the countryside?
I ask the horse or the building. I'm in—
school? Dust-green halls
opening on dimmer halls.
Things are always opening here.
There! Forty stalks of dead corn
bashing on the window, bursting apart
on the window's hard blue. Harder and harder
to keep fake air from air air. Oh air air,
what a country thing!
Hi horsey. Hi dead corn.
I would rush crunching out there and breathe you.
About the author:
Jeffrey Bean lives in Tuscaloosa, Alabama with his wife Jessica. He is a student in the MFA program at the University of Alabama, where he teaches writing and serves as an assistant poetry editor for Black Warrior Review. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in New Orleans Review, The Midwest Quarterly, Poetry Midwest, and Can we have our ball back?. Long lost pals, secret admirers, and lunatics are encouraged to contact him at jeffperrinbean@hotmail.com.
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