Sterling, Colorado in July

Still low, the sun only lights the top
Of the elevator, and wispy clouds.
Main Street, shadowed, remains at
Peace. I am on it alone. I have nowhere
To go, and my lack of direction has left
Me pleased. I can turn to the south,
To the railroad, and follow the unused
Tracks, the trail of grain, to the elevator's
Base, or I can turn to the north, to an
Ocean of corn. Tiny town, in shadow,
Later in light and moving, the sum
Of existence, for me, for now, perhaps
Forever; I have nowhere else to go.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-07-28 at 16:45

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