Headed east out of Des Moines

toward the River,  

 

I'm driving on limited sleep,  by myself  

not toward anyone in particular 


The Radio is playing soft jazz just before 6,   

piano after the news,   bluegrass after 7

 

The sky opens up before me at sunrise 

dark blue becomes orange,  then yellow 

 

Headed east out of Iowa

away from farms; toward people