Small ponies run scared from an unknown and unseen intruder. A lone sheep joins the frenzy whilst I observe from a rotting fence post. The clouds move slowly past row after row of corn and still water….you know the kind.
An empty and dusty road in the twilight of evening. I rev the engine and disappear into the dust of sunset, outracing the past toward the future…..
as I find meaning along the dusty roads of Iowa.