CORNFIELDS/CAMPOS DE MAIŹ

Mike Lewis-Beck

Kilometros de campos, miles of corn
growing more green, creciendo más verdes.
Land—not clay, sandy—arcilla, arenosa.
Cada granja, each farm, no bridge a la otra.

Los silos, molinos de viento—
Silos, windmills, el maíz, cielo.
Cuando el cielo está más despejado
se cae en momento preciso.
Clear sky under una media luna,
a starry night, noche loca, asfaltada.
El olor de otros seres humanos,
smell of other humans, absent.

Es lo que hacía su padre,
all alone, his years en la cosecha.

Mike Lewis-Beck writes from Iowa City. He has pieces in American Journal of Poetry, Alexandria Quarterly, Apalachee Review, Birdseed, Blue Collar Review, Columba, Cortland Review, Chariton Review, Eastern Iowa Review, Ekphrastic Review, Guesthouse, Heavy Feather Review, Inquisitive Eater, Pennine Platform, Pilgrimage, Seminary Ridge Review, Southword, the tiny journal and Wapsipinicon Almanac, among other venues. He has a book of poems, Rural Routes, published by Alexandria Quarterly Press.