Poem A Day/ April 9th, 2012 – Michael Maxwell


500 miles
all the way from Omaha
nine hours
on the back of a flatbed truck
buffeted by hot wind
that thrashed our bodies
tied our hair into knots
sucked the air
right out of our lungs &
ripped the voices
from our lips
we rolled on past fields
of wheat and corn
soy beans and hay
the endless midwest landscape
swallowed up by prairie and sky
a spool unreeling, a banner unfurling
time and space unwinding
we played chess
on a tiny magnetic board
until you called checkmate
about six hours out
somewhere just past
Des Moines


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