A Rice Levee



A levee behind my dad's house in Louisiana.

Algae thickens with the sun
and feeds the fire that spreads
on water -- Brownian -- Chaotic
Land-full, a silent song.

Haughty heads of grain draw the bird
whose hunger has grown in the mire
the hunter -- stalking still -- firing at will
draws the circle tight in dusk near night.

There was no counting of the shovel blades
or the beads of sweat that sweetened the grain
and loaded the leaden shot that sang
'Plant Me' in the flesh of the earth.

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