Best Unproductive Poems

I OPENED A DOOR 
AND FOUND MYSELF
STANDING ON WHAT SEEMED 
LIKE A MILLION ACRES 
OF FARM LAND.

THE TEMPERATURE 
FELT VERY HOT.
I WOULD SAY 
IN THE HIGH EIGHTIES. 
AND HUMID, VERY HUMID.  
LIKE MID WEST HUMIDITY 
IN LATE JULY 
OR EARLY AUGUST.

I WAS WAITING 
FOR...

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