Tuesday, May 17, 2016

a special place

tuscany in spring?


just boring kansas
cradled here in the crux 
of fly over

*Driving past this scene on I 70 last week awakened in me the strong sense of “place” i’ve been given.

"the sense that comes from working in a place in all weathers, making a living from it, suffering from its catastrophes, loving its mornings or evenings or hot noons, valuing it for the profound investment of labor and feeling that you, your parents and grandparents, your all-but-unkonwn ancestors have put into it.  He is talking about the knowing that poets specialize in."  ~From The Art of Geography

I'm grateful to be connected to flyover country. 

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