(Reading about a friend who lives in the Middle of nowhere. That is too isolated for me; I still enjoy Black Friday sales, and stores with crowds. Maybe one day, I won’t but I do for now.)

Walking across the plains
The plains
Striking straw barriers crackling beneath trampling feet
Ramrod golden thin reeds surround the countryside
Inhabiting space
Leaving grainy grist for the life
Only the stark scenery untouched with solitude
Hawks and vultures circle above
Contrast to buildings sporadically mixed in 5 miles away
Woven like a darker thread surrounding the wheat chaffed plains
Powering skylines and bursting at the seams
With busy people like ants gathering storage for
Scenery or grist…nourishment for
Empty souls wandering the corn fields.