Riding Through Flyover

We are passing through some flyover states today… Glad that we are not flying over but taking that slower time to look at the scenery, at what the shape of other places looks like.

We came around a bend near Lake Erie and all at once the land flattened out into farms… The horizon was visible again and people shook off their mantle of reserve.

It’s good to see the sky again and lonely barns and miles of soy and corn.

I remember empty time and wide open space.

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Elizabeth Howard

Elizabeth writes literary non-fiction, haiku, cultural rants, and Demand Poetry in order to forward the cause of beautiful writing. She teaches and speaks about the rhetorical impact of beautiful writing. A recent transplant to Connecticut, she calls London, Kansas City, and Iowa home.