drove all this way
to see a canvas of corn,
gradient ripples of green, sweeping
yellow highlights, an edge
of sharp lilac. you could get lost
in that maze, the frills
without psychoanalytic
significance. no echo
for this asymmetric form, no image
other than the image.
can I write without meaning?
my student asked. yes,
but that too has meaning.
Allya Yourish lives in Oregon with her wife, dog, and three cats. She was a nanny in France, a Fulbright grantee in Malaysia, a news assistant for
The New York Times, and recently she received her MFA in Creative Writing and the Environment from Iowa State University. Now she works for a science museum and takes her breaks in the planetarium. Find her writing in
North American Review,
ANMLY,
Hippocampus Magazine,
Ecotone,
Terrain.org, and more.
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