THE GREAT AMERICAN DESERT Untitled

Small leaves on the aspen tremble before me now, today, the thunderstorm just passed electric, air gently brushing my face in the cool, quiet night. While in my mind the radiant green of endless cornfields stretches above and around me: the meadowlark stutter-trill, in the still heat, interminably straight dirt roads, power lines sagging to the horizon looping away left and right; a crow, unseen field mice, cool water rushing through an irrigation ditch.