Harvest maize, corn. Farm life fall. Surplus of ingredients. Plants – fruits and vegetables. A silo full of grain with the strength to kill someone – I’ve seen Witness. Recall and remember dried grasses, slash and burn. Ancient history textbooks that must be all wrong and forgotten by now. Some Animorphs villian from YA science-fiction that scared me, just a little as a kid. Pull strong roots out of the dirt and mop the sweat off your brow. Cycling, bicycle pedaling. Pushing forward now and standing, so I no longer touch the seat. Impatient and wanting to catch up. Street skates by me now like watercolors in full motion. Bicycle ride through paintings. Plantains. Words adding to dictionaries all the time. Result of sunshine, rain, and nutrients the soil provides. This land was built on blood and struggle. How does one atone in this world for sins committed 300 years ago or more? Overall straps. Over-stressed denim. Where’s the clarity? I want it and need to happen with a snap of magician’s fingers. When will the doubt stop? Growth of middles and chocolate cake. I’m not liking the way I see it now. Distorted image.