Across Kansas

 My family slept those level miles
but like a bell rung deep till dawn
I drove down an aisle of sound,
nothing real but in the bell,
past the town where I was born.


Once you cross a land like that
you own your face more: what the light
struck told a self; every rock
denied all the rest of the world.

We stopped at Sharon Springs and ate--

My state still dark, my dream too long to tell.

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