Description
Print of a poem, written in homage of the Midwest.
The poem is featured over a photo taken by the poet of a Michigan sky on a fall day.
5″ x 7″
Midwest
Where’s the closest small town
to the city
so I can buy a big house
old and pretty
so I can be alone and
hear the silence
so I can hear myself think
instead of sirens.
In the midwest
the south of the north.
We have a few cities,
but we also have corn.
When you want to get away,
we’ll likely get ignored.
Yet the idea of leaving
has me torn.
New york time zone,
Oklahoma view.
To get to the market,
just a short Dream Cruise.
Let’s go to the party store,
for convenience on the drive.
Nothing could quite beat these lakes at sunrise.
