I drove down Route 9
past Stan’s vegetable stand,
and Janet was under a tent awning
selling blueberries, raspberries
and corn, your favorite,
the first of the season.
We never have corn on July 4th,
but the warm spring changed things.
I almost turned in—
remembering how you love summer corn—
but why buy it when you’re away?
Away, not gone, just away.
I drove on.
Thinking of the summer you and Joel
had the corn-eating contest,
you won, hands down,
no salt (maybe a little)
not much butter,
just corn, 6 ears.