Carl Sandburg's Soul

 Venture the journey

what the road does to 

a man's soul

binds his wounds and makes him whole

travel the craft

tools in hand

and coming home

cash in the bag

the land is flat and open

peeling back layers of stars

the wind hits the back

and the neck and holds 

you like a long friendship

midwest America hits different 

out here there is enough air 

to sweeten the soul

my friends

pork burning

corn turning

a two stroke motor's exhaust lingers in the background 

bourbon in oak

Carl Sandburg's soul

is in my nose