Along the interstate
just more flat towns
pinned in place
by overtly-worded
billboards
then nothing
and the cows
that live there
.
this landscape
is too verbose
for a country idyll–
come here
for salvation
or call this lawyer–
.
grim gun-metal birds
hawks peregrines
ghost over the lanes
using us as cover
life always finding a way
to take another
.
a new town
appears now
no it’s no different
than the last
OPTIONAL POETRY 
This is vivid imagery and gives me an insight into a part of America (where I have not yet visited). It reminds me of some of the descriptions in Bill Bryson’s book The Lost Continent. Really enjoyed it. Loved it’s sparsity of expression – reflecting the landscape.
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thanks! there’s a good portion of America that looks just like this, I think
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The vivid imagery is so beautiful.
Absolutely love the last stanza.
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thank you!
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You really have a full show of emotions
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thanks!
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They’re all different, in the same way.
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and they’re all made out of ticky-tacky…
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This reminds me of the book by john green, Papertowns.
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Ooh, I’m not familiar with it, will have to check it out– thanks!
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It’s a really good book you will love it!!!!!!
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Absolutely loved it. Thanks for sharing:-)
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Thanks for reading 🙂
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you are so good; this reminded me of some of the works that Allen Ginsberg recorded on his new portable tape recorder which he bought with the money from Howl as he travelled across America …
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which only goes to demonstrate how long the American interstate system has been vividly depressing…
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