As I was picking the blue corn
standing over my head
“Reach even higher,”
that’s what the crow said
I gathered my basket
“Never ask why,”
As I rode the red horse
she swallowed a dragonfly
This gave us wings
We flew into town
I passed on the blue corn
They gave me a crown
Why can’t I think of
what I’m trying to say
The children of my purpose
were born of love to play
The crow speaks to them
I show no fear
Never taught to make a fist
and the future is unclear
In spite of having
a lack of ambition
the mission of the crow in the corn
a reflection of sublime intuition
Ever since I erected
the great sun dial
The blue corn beings
made me judge of the trial
Sure, I knew since I was small
I knew that I could fly
The crow always told me
not to ask why
A ravenous appetite for lightning
a halo of gold
and an ear of blue corn
that can never be sold.
By Nicole Rhoe-Melnick
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