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Take a look, then look again."See that boy? Standing there!
The one with brown and messy hair?
The boy with jeans and shirt in blue?
The one with worn and frayed clothes too?
The one who hardly has a tan!"
"No, I see a different man
I see hair with life that shows
Hair that waves while the wind blows.
I see clothes with colors dim
because of where they've gone with him.
I also see eyes, of faded blue
Like clear skies only summers knew"
"How do you see these things in him!?"
"I took the time to look again"
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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