Cone Flowers, Yellow
They always look droopy,
like tired farm wives
with day jobs. Nestled
in meadows, free range,
but not completely, as some
tending is required.
Occasional field burns
to keep them blooming
in their places near those
rows of corn, managed
by men with big planters,
big plans.
Published in Tipton Poetry Journal Issue #63, Winter 2025
Lynette Lamp 