Shucking Corn

by Jeanne



   Shucking Corn

    Do it outside
    Inside would make a mess

    Break off the stem
    Peel back the tassel and husk
    Don’t think about the taste
    The sweet crunchy kernels
    Or how your salty lips will pucker
    Concentrate on your work

    Peel most of the silk then rub off the rest
    It’s not time for dinner yet
    Don’t think about the glistening rows
    After the golden ear is buttered up
    Or about the crunchy sounds
    When your teeth munch into the kernels

    Now bring the ears to the cook
    Put the husks and silk in the garbage
    And forget about the coming joy

               from Hero Island, a book of poems by Stephen B. Wiley