Barbara Lindstrom–Words, Found

Barbara Lindstrom—Words, Found


I am not there

knee-high in Kansas prairie grass

where I live now,

nor walking between eye-level

stalks of Iowa corn, where I detassled

as an eager teen trying to please

my farm-grown dad,


but instead, here,

lost between potato fields


driving over Teton Pass


to Jackson, and waiting,

hoping for a chance

to know if I will

ever not be waiting


but found.

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