Trespassing in Topeka

Endless rows of corn
and wheat wave in unison
as June gusts gently bend
endless acres of young
grain, as expansive as an
ocean’s stretch to the horizon.
A straight ribbon of asphalt
crisscrosses the Kansas plains.
At seventy we roar past silver
silos glistening in a waning
noontime sun. Like Oklahoma
tumbleweeds rolling eastward
across the interstate, the cloudline
gathers in clumps of dark gray
and black. Thunderhead lines
of rain plummet the pavement
while frantic wipers race at high
speed. An AM radio station
crackles when the weatherman
notes a tornado touchdown
a town away. We take the exit,
order coffee at the diner counter,
a few feet from a neon sign
hanging in the window, its red
glow hauntingly flashing “OPEN”
against an afternoon licorice sky.

Jim Brosnan’s publishing credits include Nameless Roads (Moon Pie Press, 2019), four chapbooks of poetry and over 500 poems, most recently appearing in the Aurorean, The Avocet, The Bridge, Eunoia Review (Singapore), Nine Muses Poetry (Wales), Strand (India), Voices of the Poppies anthology (UK) and forthcoming in the Scarlet Leaf Review (Canada). Jim has won numerous awards in the annual National Federation of State Poetry Societies competition. He is a full professor of English at Johnson & Wales University in Providence, RI.

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