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Poetry / Ohio in The Incipient Spring

Flat pockmarked land is
complimented by a cloudless blue sky,
which fades to white at the horizon.

Broken by concrete,
land remains relentlessly forever sprawling.

Billboards rise, but aren’t read through
speeding car’s windows

But forever straight fades
into rising and falling waves
upon tree-marked land.

And then the road floats and the land sits and grows.

Through the transparent sometimes speckled glass
children watch, but pulling out into cars,
parents groan about time lost and
families argue about where to stop and
lovers smile and
the radio fades to crackling and
babies cry of lack of food and
and the trees reach, stretching towards clouds and
children watch and feel the car bullet towards
nebulous mountains at the end of the
straight stretch of the never-ending concrete.

Slowly towns coalesce from
farm to house to town center to house to farm then
fade into patch after patch of square land with
broken middles filled with concrete.

Arid air outside juxtaposes the warm that is
only broken by an open window with
a hand passing money to the toll.

A bird floats above
concrete and skeleton trees that are
blown out against new spring.

Welcome to Pennsylvania.

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