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Sounds

By Robert Parham / August 20, 1997



The way wheat whispers

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as it is poured

from basket to basket,

or reaper to wagon

to bin to truck,

always the soosh of it,

lullaby for hunger,

making it sleep

and dream of wind

pushing almost silent

through the tall fields

of spring grain,

the early harvest,

brief whirl beneath

the hill as if two

lovers stirred there

after losing themselves

just as the green

from the tallest stalk

drains into the brown

promise...

tasting,

tasting the sweet bread

of it, until memory

alone can recall.