Above the fake fire

of log-shaped plastic a wide screen flickers

with pictures of China, and Chinese people who smile

against the artificial landscape of television.

I read Ted Kooser as I sip my dark-roast,

walking with him 100 times

across windswept Iowa fields

in January, inside a crafted landscape

of snow and perfect words.


Inspired by Kooser’s collection,Winter Morning Walks: 100 Postcards to Jim Harrison. Reading it again for at least the tenth time.


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storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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