Bakelite

Her man ran off with a woman who promised to buy him a new tractor. A preacher said the work of God was mysterious as wind racing to bless the head of every stalk of wheat. The Sioux City Bears were ahead by six going into the ninth. Perry Como wanted a little dreamer to dream on. The radio in my headboard was a prophet eating locusts in the Midwest dust, and a prairie fire in the buzzing clock insisted now was three a.m., that if I closed my eyes there wasn’t any far away, no highway straight as a salesman’s spiel, or limits to the miles my ear could see.