Each month we will be featuring a guest writer and this month's contribution is from Kevin Wolfe whose poetry we have featured in this column before. You will find more about him and his other poems here.

There is Anarchy in the Summerfields

There is anarchy in the summerfields

The soybeans
are Socialist Democract
with each
growing to a uniform height
never wanting
greater height than neighbor plants

The corn
a Monarchy,
tall, proud but thin, fragile;
standing on dirt

Wheat is Communist
using the manifesto wind
as an excuse
to wave in unison,
but only managing an occasional ripple

Green Beans
are Democracy
thinking they can grow
as long as they want, but
just getting tangled
in each other's vines

8/?

Let us lie
in the cool grass
of an warm August night

And a soft blanket of stars
shall be all that covers us

The crickets shall sing
The trees shall sway
The moon shall blush
And only the evening
will know our secrets

God's Imagination

In God's imagination: a fertile plump infinity, each soul a joke seeking to be cracked

He births each into a precisely planned deformity with voice dry and face straight

And the Universe so laughs
at each new clever twist God puts
into his mudane assembly line job
of cramming priceless impecable vapor
into cheap flawed bottles;
that even God chuckles

You can reach the author here.

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