Heartland Interrupted

Blue jean stride leather boots on tar

Walking past the wisp of dried faded corn stalks

Backpack full of necessities,

Shadowed by my oily brimmed Stetson

Straight on road,

Yellow-faded duo lines over crest in crest to hazy horizon

Old rusty sign, shaking to the warning of the present “Welcome to the Farm”

5 mi to go to my small white crackly house,

take a left into my great grandfathers fields

Sitting down on the curl of a tractor black rubber wheel

orange rusted hub,

grass coming up for a peek

Three generations lost behind an embargo of wheat,

harvested interests rates,

far-away trade embargo’s,

then, touching my dads callused hands, as we walked the farms of his Dad…

he sold off, never to be

Now, I, up and walk into another opioid statistic,

A wisdoms’ alcoholism,

no opportunity to retrain for future Internet of technical

shiny coins that lay down in the cities of gold

I just hold the wisdom of my families generational seed,

in my minds gritty palm,

to grow to harvest,

A dust blowing in the wind

Just ahead of my futures

empty grasp