I Feel Flat as a Cornfield
Monocultures exhaust me—
standard-issue blond tassles
wave in windy unison
proprietary legions
parade in money-green ranks
no time to be free, fallow.
Where have all the songbirds gone?
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This works so well as a 7×7 with a haunting detached line. Nice work, Elaine!
Thanks, Nancy!