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Can you buy adventure from the air?

Cyclones have had stormier days on the market

Their tales scraping across Nowhere planes

Where buffalo once galloped as swarms of bees

Oceans of fur boiling over ancient seabeds

Holding in their chests the cracking caskets

Of eonic crustaceans, creatures from the Before-Time

When I dreamed with the stars in the middle of science class,

And they were friendlier, gentler than the sun.

I want to inhale that monster sunlight!—

—Embrace the cloud-titans lurking in the blue midday gloom—

I want to harvest the soul out of Kansan atoms,

I want the green seas to run rivers of golden flint through my veins.

I want to peer into the eye of the plains and see a straight road to Heaven

Waiting for me in the clean peace of a cool summer evening.

What happens to the land

Between Wichita and Lawrence

And what happens to me?

I feel the steady thrum of antique minivan heartbeat

The billowing rush of empty highway wind

And something like sunlight in my chest.