In between eighteen-wheelers
on I-80
the road holds its breath
broken deer rest along the side;
further, beyond corn and soy
the remnant prairie quivers
harvest moon over silos
brimming with empty rations.
Away from the central line
I swim through veins of purple coneflowers
towards the path
my great grandfather used to walk in the morning
the prairie wins here
we are filled with seeds here.
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John Seng's writing is informed by time spent working in hospitals, fields, and forests. His poetry explores the connections between the human body, the spirit, and the natural world. Our relationship to the land is brought to life in his work, as is the environment we are creating for future generations.