Embered Corn

I know it’s there I buried it,
Covered in hot coals  
Wrapped in its own husk
Burning in the late sun
Trembling under my feet
Kernels warm and rough
Pulling up by the roots
Pushing away the tangled soil
Tasting of salt and melting butter
Smelling of fresh turned earth.

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