Like a long, straight highway through flat lands
This be April not July
before the corn grows high
before the wheat sweeps forward of the drive
Tornado alley...this be Kansas.
Like a long, straight drive under blue pearl distance;
gold the open window wind's resistance ---
over the highway's meridian, a puff like her
she of pastel slant, she of ivory neck
she of hair the color of autumn haste
she of powdered breasts
Do I know this actress from somewhere?
The pampas, perhaps,
perhaps the Australia ?
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