Farm Girl
Out here
where the earth offers up
rows of green,
to meet the sky with their
golden tassels,
there is a spell that
transforms me, a
confirmed urbanite
into a farm girl.
While bewitched
I can do anything.
I saddle up my best
Southern Iowa accent
and talk about
getting drunk behind
The Barn;
or spend evenings
catching toads and fireflies.
Down on the farm there's an
Old Mechanical Beast
That caries me
over gravel roads
up and down the
Hills that make me imagine
the sky actually
begins
just over the next crest.