Bobby's corn
Each year it got harder to put the picker on
the last conversation echoed in the shed
Bobby turned off the M
Robert slid in the bolts
"You be careful over there"
(unsaid,"my war was hell")
"Don't worry Dad, I'll be home next year
in time to get the corn out."
(unsaid, "you made it so will I")
not to be
Bobby's name in marble at the Court House Square
dad and mom replaying the conversation
over morning coffee and tears
the pain so plain the neighbors knew
the corn
"Bobby's corn"
when a son's folded flag
was followed by heart broken fathers flag
leaving a field to be harvested
and then seed sown
a widow and a renter
whoever plants that field
still plants Bobby's corn
the men at the elevator
asking since '69, "who gets to plant it
this year? Bobby's corn?"
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