highway
50 kansas
if
you pound on a rusty grain silo
and
it echoes back empty
you
might be in kansas
or
somewhere else
where
the cost of planting and water
can
bury you before you start
but
there's still a sharp full sun
bursting
down on clean steel rails
like
a message coming home
arriving
before the train
roaring
past the once living canopy
waiting
for the sunflowers
---
e b bortz
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