field of dreams
i live
in the land
of farms
people from
cities
don’t understand
what that
means
(i learned this
from a former
city dweller)
in my world
there is
space
.
.
.
wide field
deep sky
lone tree
standing tall
to guard
corn
wheat
or soy
in the
evening
driving
home
a lone car
on the road
in the
distance
becomes
beacon
for a
journey
never
traveled
.
.
.
April 28th, 2017 at 3:12 am
i live in the suburbs, concrete locked to the beach, which disregards us ~