Odes to Indiana, vol 1

Your ears are long and golden
your hair as fine as silk
so we all are now beholden
to your sweet and sappy milk

You make my world so verdant
and stretch to fill my eyes
In this land none is more puissant
all listen to your lies

I walk besides you daily
you scrape along my arms
in every bit of melee
you dish out all the harm

Not all is bad and wrong
You feed us and provide
In your humid summery songs
We rejoice to be your side

No Soy Mais

Soy soja
si soy verde
si estoy por todos lados
si soy muy importante
si crecio aqui
si produjuo acete
y tambien semillas
pero no soy mais
Soy soja


Ribbons always in the long-shadowed land
cutting deep into the flatten plain
nourishing feeding providing, guiding
but also removing, dividing, cleansing.
Fountains of life, teaming with life
babbling now, whispering, roaring.
Never settled, never sleeping
Forever carving, shaping, defining
Rivers of mud, sand, rocks, boulders
The surging current of Hoosier land.

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