Illinois, Iowa
Dead grass & maize stalks
Miles, miles, 4½ thousand
Timeshift 7 hours
2 continents, 1 ocean
Travelling, 4 days
1 good time, much being quiet
200 cigarettes, 1 bottle brandy
1 arrival in Iowa City
March 25th 1969, 6.00 pm
$3.38 in my pocket
1 cab-ride into the clapboard wilderness
1 return on foot carrying 2 bags
9 phone calls, 2 wrong numbers, 1 reply
Waiting, waiting
Hunger, loneliness, weariness, silence
1 poem written quickly holding things down
The durations of wind, cold, grainfields
Endless helpfulness, cheerfulness, on the nail
The bland faces, America America
And silence. And night
And wind blowing, right through the heart