i wish i was a north dakota poet

Ripping politicians crime up the cityscape Inhaling dirt and decay, just hoping to escape. My over-heated brain beset by human traffic jams rub shoulders with the grime and grit it’s everything I am The spacious fields sway quietly prairies stroked by calming air It’s breezy fingers playing unobstructed through my hair With open arms I wait embrace the silence of the sky to feel the calming quiet and hear my heartfelt sigh