noon butter-yellow as Iowa
all the wheat waving, by night inked over.
obliterating Kansas farms.
struck the family
misfortune like July lightning after a day made in heaven, blue ingot pouring voltage of cobalt:
Forked, it struck: Astounding us lulled into illusive calm:
Angling over Quaker wheat, Shaker barn
burning the whole design in the brain
before bringing the loft & news, the mews of wrought iron
all the way down
to Cinder Town.