Poetry of Kansas Here & Now, There & Then

Great Aunt Anna claimed everyone has a star.
At first you don’t know which is yours. It knows
without doubt who you are. You must go out

often, near and far. In the extremes
and sweet air seek what’s lost. Find your place

in the milky way. Shine on flanks
of Flint Hills cougar into the big blue stems
head of seeds, down the stock, sixteen feet through limestone

cracks where scientists say sixty per cent of life
lives—throughout the hard stuff and fine root hairs.

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