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If angels were to roost upon the rafters

of Grandfather Elijah's cattle barn,

their pale feathers littering the hayloft,

like whispered messages from the Holy Ghost,

the government-imposed ceiling of a harvest of feed corn,

or the product of fifteen acres of prime soybeans,

might rise to a level

where a profit could be had.

Grandmother Kaye would cancel her

Wednesday night prayer meeting

and invite the parishioners to the farm

to watch seraphic beings gather in the twilight.

The rain would fall when it was needed,

the fields wouldn't need spraying to combat

ragweed, thistle and rootworm.

Aunt Jane's truck patch would thrive as never before,

her cabbages and potatoes seeing us through the whole year.

The tractor wouldn't need fixing, the bank would stop calling,

and maybe my mom would no longer need to go dancing

around a bonfire, naked, in the evenings.




Pam McNew lives in a small town of rural Indiana. She has had poetic work published in ChiZine and Snow Monkey. You can send her e-mail at: pnew8@hotmail.com.
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