Monday, February 17, 2014

Open Spaces

All of these wide open spaces
Big sky, long horizons,
The smell of corn, soy and sow
Conglomerate on an icy canvas

Stars as far as inifinity
Dim as distance memories
Bright as passion

Corn rows and cattle down county roads
Miles of pavement on dirt
Gravel roads lead to sudden metropolises

The wind has time to wage war,
time to roar,
Thin trees attempt to stay its icy bite

Snow as far as infinity
Winter grasp alludes to the Divine Comedy

Where am I to go with all these wide open spaces?

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