I'll Call You Nebraska
Upon finding myself in the backwater
of tall brome and blazing sky
I get it
the revulsion many have to this place
A taste acquired over time
a bitterness at first that lingers
like apple cider vinegar
deep in the throat
Until I realize that
I no longer have to swallow
the story of the high plains
painted by others who haven't paused
To notice the solitude
that disturbs the busy mind
upon the Great American Desert
where small things catch the eye
Years to see the wonder
and to accept the beauty
that was present all time
blind to what was before me
Poem 23-021z
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