Riding through Kansas

Turning off the radio
I turn my attention to the river of blacktop
Snaking across the prairie
Its course runs through the twilight colored plains
Western horizon is tinged with the last light of sunset
As the black night sky pours over the vastness
And the constellations begin making their journey
Through red and green blinking lights
Of the cell towers of Babel
That desecrate the once endless view
And bar the vision
of forever.