A small town likens to a cornfield,
each stalk inter-twined with the livelihood of another.
Some perish from lack of light,
still others flourish,
and rise towards the heavens.
When it is fall and colors change,
the fruit of the field is harvested.
Beautiful yellow kernels and decaying black ones,
are strewn together,
in the belly of the machine.
About the AuthorRobert Spielman’s work has previously been published in Haute Dish, Allegory, Metropolitan, and The Blue Earth Review. He has a degree in Creative Writing from Metropolitan State University and is a member of the Loft Literary Center in Minneapolis, MN.