As you drive through the Mid-West,
You realise a few things.
That the sky is paved with pure beauty,
The tall grass is swimming in rivers of holy.
And the road rolls on and on beyond all reason.
Hours later, you hit a town that is not famous.
A sign says population 421. Now 423.
It's near dusk, the lamps and stars are lovers.
As dust rises from the sleeping sidewalk,
The Moon smiles to a crescendo of silence.
The whole town is drinking itself to eternity,
With conversations that echo way past closing.
Sarah Helena Foubert, soprano
Matt Shervey, piano
"Down The Open Road" by Kenneth Spencer is licensed under
CC BY-NC-SA 2.0