The starchy sweet scent fills my nose
Bits of hulls flaking off,
Floating into the amber-violet light of sunset
Framed by the trees,
Gleaming off the galvanized bins.
The day once warm, has now turned cool
The crisp fall evening reaches into my bones
Thousands of tiny golden hearts tinged with pink
Pass over my tanned, dirty bare feet.
The death throes of great chartreuse grasshoppers
Gripping with their prickly feet
My tawny legs, the torn blue jeans
Struggling against the moving hearts
The gravity of the uplifted box
Seeing with their blank dead eyes
The end of the warm days
The culmination of the harvest.