Mid-West agriculture brown as lungs
tethered soul, cobwebbed soil, moist, prowling;
and breathing to a round of thunderclapped applause
Clark Kent leaves a vapor trail behind him
and the jocks spellbound
in their open top rockabilly jukebox car.
I’ve opened my eyes, the 12;44 clutches bends like the mist
seduces letter box, the padded flap of correspondence, mist-cold floor.
There are sprigs of mountain -
a surviving telegraph pole brown as Mid-West lung
jutting its way through the trailing thunder, the letters read of siblings, Canada Dry, Pepsi Cola
rockabilly jukebox car, gifted boys leave dust as footballs land 5 days later