Six Foot Night in Late August
By Steve Heins, 1979
There is a seven-thirty sky
in late August
where night Is too close
the moon too early
The Iowa cornfields
blow up to the shoreline
of the road
like the high tide
of an unharvested
sea
The high roads
of the high plains
have run down
into flatter fields
and bottomed out black
Iowa’s high topped
cornfields
are high walls
of darkness
Their tassels
and stalk-tops
are graveside flowers
above six foot night
in late August
Steve Heins
Thanks for the kind words, Gordon.
The imagery is wonderful! Thank you!