What happened to 20 acres of farmland tilted toward sun angles,

those sharp stone edges cool fall comes

frost fields covered taking ownership of rented, abused, abandoned land−

10 years Phil has been gone, DeKalb, Illinois farmer.

 

Did he find salvation in those gold cornfields?

October orange colors, hayrides, and pumpkin harvest

of grey, grave bones buried near the deadly bicycle ride.

Mystery did his lover Betsy

(defense, prosecuting attorney, Elgin, Illinois)

stand by his site after she went through mourning,

the grandstanding at the wake at the farm,

the dimming of all candles, incenses, and memorial shrine

she held sacred within her bedroom walls, now faded.

by Michael Lee Johnson

Feature Image source – Studio21