class:
instructor: Tom Molanphy
student: Grace Acker
A Country Road at Night
We leave the last street light
and kick it up to sixty,
exchanging the orange glow
and rows of siding and shingles,
for a quilt of threaded corn.
The crops once quenched with afternoon,
are wet with silver light,
and glisten in disturbance,
Its straight rows beat like a drum on the eyes
as we fly past the farmer's land.
Shadowed barns and crumbling silos,
wait to be occupied with morning light.
Cows stand still in the moon,
calmly glowing, as black spots disappear
into the shade called night.
I rest my sunburned cheek on the window,
The wind pulls my hair away.
I hear crickets over the blaring speed.
I close my eyes and sigh with the country
with relief from the day's sweating sun.