Kansas in April
The field-smoke shuffles across the sky
all season. In the hills, it halos
while you walk. In the city, it shadows.
Everywhere you turn, there is death. Far away
the new wheat is hatching—you can smell it.
Madison White is a current post-graduate student of creative writing at the University of Manchester, United Kingdom. Her work is forthcoming in The Passed Note, The Rectangle, and Panoplyzine. She writes too many poems about her home state, Kansas.
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