10 June 2010

soon leaving.


iowa has become achingly beautiful to me.
this is not a joke.
maybe it is the summer verdancy
maybe it is the sky, stretched with clouds
maybe it is the wind turbines, tall with grace
maybe it is the cows, actually grazing in a pasture (!)
maybe it is the swaying prairie, seen only near the road, her fields overtaken by corn and soy.
or maybe
it is the ache of
soon leaving
it all
behind.