Staples

the fewtch

Wet cedar
a corn cob
the floor is soaked
our cabin floor is soaked.

This is filthy
mexico and you
insist on showering
in a polka dot
bandana shirt.

a corn cob

they eat corn lots

Seeing it and wondering
and not touching it
barely forgetting it
in our cabin all night.

The morning sun warms
the water in the wood
and the smell
I get up.

Wrapping my hand in
your bandana top I pick
up the corn and whip it out
the front door,
every mystery dried.

I don't take off
what you wear
in the shower anymore
and we sleep at night.

Reviews

[Meraki]

Haha my favorite stanza is the second to last one it made me laugh.

[Baby Ricochet]

Some good imagery in this. Good work Waconda

[blue angel]

The reflecting is stark. You brought in some interesting imagery. Corn,, lol.. I like corn. Thanks so much for sharing. Respectfully, blue angel

[Falling Leaf.]

Hmm, a lot to think about here, an interesting story told, riddled with secret meanings, yes? A piece to read, digest, reread, take a guess, then try again. I enjoy pieces like that. Thank you for sharing.

[Beccy]

Proud you should be. Just enough mystery to intrigue and pique the imagination and the whole piece is really well written.

Beccy.

[William Dandy]

I like the web of images that lead to that final stanza which is really strong. Well done.

[The Twin Arenas]

Thanks, Bill.

[Rene Salinas]

A quality, a state of beign of been together. Funny how the images come together, corn needs sun as it needs warmth as it need togetherness with the soil, apparently farmers would say "maize is very demanding on the soil" The water to the woods closely together. Finally the moment when he takes her bandana and expression of togetherness. Hence not taking off what she wears in the hope that you will be together.

Time to swing 'em lighters from side to side.

Thank you

[Chris]

Interesting how it all seems to tie together at the end. Its vague enough to keep you reading. Nice one.

[The Twin Arenas]

thanks. I think I'm pretty proud of this one.