Rhetorical Waves

It started with a few words

Like a leaking faucet

On a dry day

As the hopes of many

Became united

In one discrete shade of

Grey

So they say

That the rhetorical waves

Had begun

From the drops into the ocean

It all was one

In that moment

I knew the sea change

Had already won

My Straw North

The old county

Where I grew up

The straw north

Outside the state park

Where you could hear the rides

At night

Off the highway

That creaked in the evening

And cracked at dawn

The fields filled with

Corn and life

Back on

The other side

To Whom it May Concern

At the time of this writitn

There are clouds

Up in the mountaisn

Rain in the air

To whole this may concern

To whom they may care

So I approach

A late spring morning

With a renewed sense of direction

Upon the mountians

My eyes lay

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