Mid-Winter Sun

The sun blinds me, makes me sneeze

The winter sun, the winter air

The blue, blue sky—incredibly blue!

I wouldn’t believe it if I weren’t seeing it

Not in Nebraska, more fields than people,

Crop-duster capital of the world.

No, it’s incredible.

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