come out of Illinois, Indiana (though I surely know they do)
I felt disoriented, like an interloper
Too much flat
Whatever was around the next corner
Could not be a mystery
There were no hills behind which
to hide a surprise
Missouri on the other hand
That place could be anything
Treacherous, humble, futuristic
Bounded by melancholoy
feeling lush, like a home or a haven
A hot humid breeze blew against my back
Coming directly off golden fields
Giddy, I felt the potential for evil with all certainty
Thinking, "This would make a great book."
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