Kansas City I-70 West

KANSAS CITY I 70 West Across the miles unhampered by the scene the majesty of space, the vacant sky, the interstate that long ago appeared as yellow brick that led to places where a girl could have her way, or so it seemed, past meadow lark and pheasant set to fly, forever disappeared into nowhere. Eye seventy, I'd lose you to the day, where eighty-five was norm in sixty flat, in hopes of leaving Toto far behind on plains once filled with vagrant buffalo The scanned horizon, cold, the winter's day, as empty as the past I'd leave behind, then Colorado climbs from Kansas dunes and I, the dreamer, feel the urge again remembering I never will forget, sweet Dorothy of my dream, though miles have put her far behind, tonight on channel nine, I'll hear Toto again. © RON WILSON ARBUTHNOT aka vee Bdosa the DoylestowN PoeT