Kansas

Kansas

Our lives are like Kansas as the wind barrels down,
where the fields are forever in the span between towns.
We marvel its beginning, and we scoff at the end.
Somewhere in the middle we make our amends.
The farmer prays for bounty, the wife for their home,
out here in Kansas where it’s hard to live alone.

How deep is love and how long and how wide?
Can there be living …