driving westward through kansas
with the sun as it kisses identical fields
greeted by myriads of frilly gold-rimmed faces
along this endless asphalt conveyor
power lines converge into a single point
ahead
pretty soon you know what happens
horizon modulates from blue to charcoal
something about the sweetness of the air
blowing into the car playing a new tune
must be really letting loose
ahead
storms on the plains
change a life in the blink of an eye
they don't ask permission
static on the radio
still i must find out what's there
ahead
these times are for reflection
on the whys and whos that matter most
funny how risk scratches an itch
and that fragrance beckons a grin
i roll up the windows and venture on
ahead
(note that, as of now, I've never been west of Topeka in my entire life...)
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