Home Again

Dear K,

I went to the coast for bit. I went to the great metropolis. The bright lights and tall towers. I saw the rats in the gutters and watched homeless men struggle through the subways. I saw the statue of liberty and slept in a building that never seemed to end.

I saw all sorts of things: statues of dogs, men crying and screaming in the streets, women holding the hands of singing children, and endless streams of cars. I saw a man with no legs holding a cup out for change, and I saw women in fine fur coats.

But I didn't see hills and plains. I didn't see blue skies that stretched to the ends of my sight. I didn't see rows and rows of tilled earth waiting for crops. I didn't see men in coveralls standing next to their trucks angry at the world.

I want to leave the midwest.

But I always want to stay.

Let's ride bicycles across the plains.

Regards,
K