Midwest

flying home to my roots
back to the Midwest
where I spent my childhood

reconnecting with family
and with friends
old and new

reinforcing my core
lifting my spirits
my very essence

during the day
I drive past corn fields
knee high with thick, straight rows

I smell the fresh mown grass
the lawns green and fresh
a memory from long ago

in the evenings
I  see lightening bugs
nonexistant in the southwest

and when I leave
I lock these treasures in my heart
and the memories in my soul

introspectionfree verse

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