The closest I can
get to you is
the farthest I can
get from here -
the farthest I can get from
these dreadful Columbus clouds
that protect me from
the unknown,
the lonely cornfields that grow
and grow, but
only grow lonelier.
But I like the clouds that
blanket me at night, keeping me
warmer than you ever could.
And I love the way the sun
rains orange and pink on the lonely
cornfield, and the way the cornfield
soaks it up and saves it
for another day.
I could love you if
you could love Ohio's cornfields
and cloudy days.