Encountering Kansas I always knew Kansas would speak to me from gliding knolls waving sheets of wild grain untouched by intrusive scythe Invisible wheels would serenade from languid ruts and shaven rocks Kind Topeka offered warmth and creamy beige in steaming cups congenial chat veins of gold I knew were there Ushered out by midwest morn we left the gold, but took the veins in images and echoes that we return to when Kansas is long behind |
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Dedicated to my friend, Mac. |