6/12/2017 0 Comments Poetry by Guinotte WiseKansas is Big Sky Country You don't get a bigger sky, even in West Texas reason is there are no mountains to measure it against. The plains roll on forever and the sky presses down on the prairiescape flattening it pancaking it You can fall over from dizziness watching it I really think that sky weight would break a silo scale Sometimes you have to watch the grass so the upper nine tenths of the universe doesn't squeeze your mind shut And push the meager contents out all orifices, I myself keep digging post holes concentrating on the augur Leaving Billings I deplaned in Billings and I walked to the airport, this was in the sixties, and I passed through a gate in a tall chain link fence. A black man clung to the fence on the side that kept him off the tarmac, and he said to me in a wistful way, "Some day I'll get out of here." I nodded, said "Good luck" and waited for my ride. A few days later I could have been him. I fled for reasons of my own before I was caught clinging to that fence on the wrong side of traveling, watching the silver birds take off without me. Image - Patrick Emerson Bio: Guinotte Wise lives on a farm in Resume Speed, Kansas. His short story collection (Night Train, Cold Beer) won publication by a university press and not much acclaim. Three more books since. His wife has an honest job in the city and drives 100 miles a day to keep it. www.wisesculpture.com/blog
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