Ohio in The Incipient Spring

Flat pockmarked land compliments a cloudless sea of sky, which fades to white at the horizon. Broken in the middle by concrete, land still remains relentless, forever sprawling. But forever straight fades into rising and falling waves bringing with it the tree-marked land. And then the road floats and the land sits and grows. Through the transparent sometimes speckled glass children watch, but pulling out into cars, parents groan about time lost and families argue about where to stop and lovers smile and the radio fades to crackling and babies cry of lack of food and the trees reach, stretching towards clouds and children watch and feel the car bullet towards nebulous mountains at the end of the straight stretch of the never-ending concrete. Slowly towns coalesce from farm to house to town center to house to farm then fade into patch after patch of square land with broken middles filled with concrete. Arid air outside juxtaposes the warm that is only broken by an open window with a hand passing money to the toll. A bird floats above concrete and above skeleton trees blown out against new spring. Welcome to Pennsylvania.