Dust Bowl
21 following something hypothetical
After growing old in a dust bowl
A retirement home for those too young
to see much past it.
And I may as well have arrived on a train
in yellow tint and a floppy hat,
with all the gun-crooning “cowboys” –
But someday we will know that “wild blue yonder”
gave way to the breath of progress
Melissa Ann Meyer
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