Poetry of Love, Resistance, & Solidarity

Summer in Kansas is why,

despite the legislature,

despite the Board of Education,

and the specter of God in politics,

there is space for the atheist.

Argument by design; the perfect

balance of day and night, the fine

cocktail of oxygen and carbon dioxide,

the unaided perfection of the eye—

it all falls apart in August

when the sun, the moist smothering

atmosphere, and the burning winds

all stand forth against the lives

of every worshiper and every

blasphemer to show us this world

was not made for us, and we

are not so well made for this world,

and the only defense against this creation

is a tiny air conditioner of

decidedly un-divine design.

— Eric Dutton

I’ve done all of the big things in Kansas: I was born there, educated there, married and divorced there. I became a father there. I say “there” because I live in Florida now, but Kansas will always be a “here” for me.

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Comments on: "99. Summer in Kansas" (2)

  1. Rick Nichols said:

    I won’t pretend to be Job at this time, but a timely piece nonetheless, and well crafted at that.

  2. Good shot Eric. How practical to be in the moment of August.

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