Near Wichita

When the last magenta
strands fade into dull
charcoal, patches
of goldenrod etch
the fenced fields
in ochre. The magpie
awaits chilly nights,
mourns the departure
of crickets and fireflies.
The notes of this quiet
song rustle corn stalks,
permeate endless rows
of swaying yellow tassels.
Mumbling thunder is
heard in the distance—
the last inning of August.
It’s the late evening hour
when I think of you.

Dr. Jim Brosnan is the author of Nameless Roads (2019). His poems have appeared in the Aurorean (US), Crossways Literary Magazine (Ireland), Eunoia Review (Singapore), Nine Muses Poetry (Wales,) Lakeview International Journal of Literature and Arts (India), Scarlet Leaf Review (Canada), The Strand Magazine (India), and Voices of the Poppies (United Kingdom). He holds the rank of full professor at Johnson & Wales University in Providence, RI, and has just been awarded a faculty fellowship to complete his second collection, Driving Long Distance.

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