The Fields

A Poem

There lie the remains of canola fields a disappointing market last year spreads in a kind of savage glee Somehow happy for the lack of snow to breathe to release to the air all the mice & deer shit trapped by the stubble over the winter & browning the view at the same time As if to spite the dull vision of dead stalks of grains I can’t really identify don’t really know what to do with the sky, in its exhausting expansiveness opening & always fucking opening here has gone brilliant blue

A blue so bright I can’t do without sunglasses in any direction

J.D. Harms 2020