The Wheat Field

Navy eyes; dripping
fatal melancholy tears
as the antique bucket overflows.

Shadows of lasso's
dangle, like raven locks of me; drape
crossed bare shoulders-

Starchy elder's watch
as pastures pose; skeletons
with gritty teeth whisper
torment.

I've become a clam digger girl
laughing insanely as the smell
of cereal wafts before me-
I grow tired of this memory.