Poem by Annie Klier Newcomer

Paola, Kansas — After The Harvest

Not barren nor dried up. Not
infertile nor The Apocalypse.
Even though the sun is too much
with us, we volunteer to pick
what’s left of the sweetest of the sweet
corn. Oh orphaned food, seemingly left
to rot, ears missed by robotic fingers,
gathered by tender hands, you’ve been gleaned
to pass through the lips of hungry children.

THEME: Agriculture/Farming

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BIO: Annie Klier Newcomer is a poet known for her lyrical and reflective poetry, often exploring themes of family, loss, and personal growth. Her debut collection, "Comets: Relationships That Wander," delves into the complexities of human relationships and the passage of time.