L'aura del Campo

Burlington Trailways

Burlington Trailways

As butter-n-beef laze in grazing fields;
we fly six feet above their corn-fed ponds,
black dirt and green impounded by grey skies;
this drab stone highway pointing us to Galesburg.

Iron tracks below as copper wires above conspire,
whispering where next this bus will stop;
Burlington Trailways seldom breaks for food.
We who have other plans dare not step off.

Over Illinois the beef-n-butter graze
and we are hungry enough to join them.

© Kåre Enga 2010-05-17 [147.103]

Written on the bus between Burlington and Peoria. What do you think, Wendopolis ? I'm still ahead of my writing goals, but although traveling gives me ideas, it doesn't always give me the quiet time for writing. Plus... I'm not bored enough. I write more when bored or depressed.

Not much! Does figuring out bus schedules count?

Illinois is wet and green and full of flowers.

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