I always wanted to write an old-fashioned "country" song with spare lyrics, so I gave it a go and came up with "You're in Wichita (And I Am Not)." with assistance from Roger Illsley, who wrote some music for it and performed and recorded it for Youtube:
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Wednesday, September 13, 2017
Crop-Burning, Kansas
Dusk, and we're moving on I-35
through Kansas. West of us, green
land dissolves into dissolving
available light. Sky flares
at the horizon. East of us,
flames razor yellow patterns
on black, burning undulating
land. In the car talking,
we weave a makeshift fabric
of family lore, wounds and
resentments, hilarities. One
of us glances ahead through
the windshield: rear lights
of cars burn hot and red
like lit cigarette tips.
Green land fades altogether.
Red sky goes pink, goes gray.
Night will arrive before Wichita
does. We're not anywhere very long.
hans ostrom 2017
through Kansas. West of us, green
land dissolves into dissolving
available light. Sky flares
at the horizon. East of us,
flames razor yellow patterns
on black, burning undulating
land. In the car talking,
we weave a makeshift fabric
of family lore, wounds and
resentments, hilarities. One
of us glances ahead through
the windshield: rear lights
of cars burn hot and red
like lit cigarette tips.
Green land fades altogether.
Red sky goes pink, goes gray.
Night will arrive before Wichita
does. We're not anywhere very long.
hans ostrom 2017
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