Poetry of Kansas Here & Now, There & Then

Darkness in Kansas never falls
it glides from east to west
leaving me grilling steaks
under the cottonwood in the
pink-purple twilight, wind chimes
playing a soft tune as my
hoot owl searches for supper
while the Azember boys combine
the wheat field to the west covering
my truck with the light gold dust of  another harvest

– Adam Jameson

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