A Farmer's Wife Confesses


A Farmer’s Wife Confesses


It's all about the weather, she says.
Your head can't hush up

how long it's been
since last it rained.

Cornfields can't thrive
just on my wishes.

Oh he's out there somewhere,
cussing at the sky,

like mad Captain Ahab

hunting that whale.

Today, he wants the clouds plump and gray
but his ocean's barren and blue.

It's got so that's how the love is too.

On good days,

it don't rain but it pours in the bedroom.
But when everything shrivels up...
well that includes everything.

It's been a bad year, she admits.
I know it better than the corn does.


John Grey

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Stand, Washington Square Review and Rathalla Review. Latest books, “Covert” “Memory Outside The Head” and “Guest Of Myself” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in the McNeese Review, Santa Fe Literary Review and Open Ceilings. 

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